Coffee!!

Oh how I love coffee. The scent of a freshly opened package, the aroma of the brew coupled with the gurgling automatic drip noises… Mmmm I know these things are what make the world turn – at least my world.
Best coffee memories ever:

When I was a little girl, every morning I’d stumble down the hall with my eyes closed and blindly reach for the back of my dad’s rocking chair. Every day, like our own little ritual, he’d wrap an arm around me and hoist me onto his lap where I’d curl up in a ball with my head under his chin and drift back to sleep to the smell of his coffee that he’d finish while I snuggled there. Then he’d wake me up and send me back down the hall to get ready for school while he’d leave for work. As I got older, our routine shifted a bit. Instead of snuggling back to sleep, I’d sit across his lap and have a cup too (mostly milk and sugar, but hey…It’ was morning coffee with my dad!) and we’d talk about our day to come.
By junior high, I’d progressed to a black cup and mostly would sit on the footstool, occasionally I’d still sit in his lap. Sometimes my mom would share the morning, but for the most part, I think she wanted us to have the dad/daughter bonding moments before our lives took off running in different directions for the day. I respected her for that, because I had friends who had parents that were jealous of each other (and time spent).
Many weekend mornings, I’d fill a thermos and either take the beat up pickup out to where dad was working, or I’d saddle Missy and trot out there to see sun up and share our comfy familiar drink.
Most of the socialization of my youth revolved around a coffee pot.
Today, although I’m not above a froo froo expensive vente double espresso soy caramel macchiato with a shot of vanilla as a treat, I still prefer my quiet little kitchen and hosting a visit with family and friends over a couple steaming aromatic cups straight from my humble little pot.