I started drinking coffee early on when I started teaching. Former students probably remember me with a coffee cup constantly in hand. I still drink a lot of coffee: three or four cups almost every morning and extending into the early afternoon. I enjoy it hot, black, and unadulterated. Kuerig is my most frequently used appliance. I don't think I am an addict — I can go days without any — but it is certainly a habit. And there is evidence that it is good for me, for instance
"The Health Benefits of Coffee."
For some time I've been a fan of
Black Rifle Coffee. I order their dark roasts and like the fact that they employ military veterans. The latter would matter less if the coffee wasn't good. Recently I experienced some difficulty in getting what I wanted from them in a timely way and went looking for a tolerable alternative to tide me over. I found that Maude's
"French Roast from the Coast" will do, and it's not expensive.
Did a search for coffee poetry online
and found this:
I drink my coffee, hot and black,
My drug of choice, from ages back.
No cream no sugar, no fancy mug,
Just give me some java, I'll give you a hug.
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It doesn't matter what brand it is,
Strong and black, heavenly bliss.
Wakes me up in the morning, opens my eyes,
And after two cups I'm ready to fly.
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No fancy coffee shop coffee for me,
Won't pay that much, but don't want it free.
I just want a plain ole cup of joe,
A white styrofoam cup, ready to go. |
I have coffee at noon, coffee at night,
And if you mean-mouth coffee, I'm ready to fight.
The coffee I've drunk could fill the sea,
That energized bunny has nothing on me. |
(Juan Olivarez, May 24, 2010)