COFFEE NIRVANA
I love coffee. I didn’t start a relationship with the brew until I was well into my forties, but, over the years, we’ve found a nice rhythm together. I am not a heavy drinker but four days out of seven I enjoy a hearty cup.
Because I don’t drink a lot of it, I like my coffee full-bodied and rich. (Like my men, no, I’m just kidding.) A little cream and we’re good to go. I frequent Starbucks, (who, by the way, burns every shot they make), Dutch Bros, (I like their commitment to the community), and my favorite Stumptown, smooth, oh so smooth. (I am always delighted when I go to a restaurant and find out they serve this particular brand.)
But, as of this last Sunday morning, all of these have been eclipsed by a little infusion known as Iced Vietnamese Coffee. They brew rich, dark ground beans and drip it over ice, adding a swosh of, (I’m closing my eyes right now with the memory), sweetened condensed milk. Oh, the bliss. Upon first taste of this blend my heart nearly took flight. And not because of the caffeine. I swigged that first one down like it was going to be taken away from me. But, the second serving I savored letting it gently swirl around my tongue and then glide down my throat in the most wonderful, heady experience. I fell in love.
It wasn’t until later that night, ten o’clock in fact, that I realized I may have ingested too much caffeine and thus spent a rather sleepless night, tossing and turning and trying oh so hard not to stare at the clock as the minutes then hours passed.
Do I regret having two Vietnamese coffees within an hour on a Sunday morning? No, this sleep deprived Magical Mess feels it was well worth the giddy moments with the sweet, velvety coffee. Sacrifice for love, I always say.
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