Wake Up and Smell the Coffee
I see I referenced this post in the post I did on coffee shops earlier this week. I guess I shuffled my posts, but that's.
I’m a lazy bastard…maybe even a rat bastard to you coffee purists. I have a coffee pot that has a built in timer so all I need to do is pour in the water, set the coffee in the basket and hit a button and at 5 am it starts brewing.
I am usually awake before the coffee starts brewing but if I somehow sleep late, this is my alarm clock. I am amazed how quickly the smell of the brewing coffee wafts upstairs. It is a scent that only a super sleeper could possibly sleep through. The only time I ever sleep late is when I forget to set the timer.
I recall a time in my life where I didn't drink or even like coffee. I didn't start drinking it until I was in my late 20s. I remember my first cup. Some friends and I were dining at a vegetarian restaurant in Englewood, New Jersey. The waitress mistakenly brought me a cup of coffee with dessert. She was a sweet heart and I didn't complain or tell her she messed up, so I drank it. I got a caffeine buzz and I was hooked like it was crack.
This is something that tea drinkers never get; the full impact of waking up to an aroma such as coffee. Tea just doesn't fill a home with the warmth of a fragrance.