As I write this post, I am on a coffee date with my husband in our all-time favorite independent coffee shop. It’s a luxury that has become a frequent occurrence for us, leaving our busy work weeks behind and whiling away the day reading (him) and knitting (me). This particular coffee shop has a great, relaxed atmosphere and just happens to serve the best hazelnut lattes I’ve ever tasted!
I am a huge fan of coffee, verging on the obsessive, a la Lorelei Gilmore, so I’m salivating over the pretty handmade delights I’ve uncovered for this post. I am also an unapologetic coffee snob, turning my nose up at instant (I don’t care what you say, it doesn’t taste the same) with a definitive bean preference, cultivated during a year in France and a month in Italy (in case you were wondering, it’s Parisian blend). Thanks to living in the US for a few months, I’ve also come to expect free refills of decent filter coffee wherever I am…unfortunately, we Brits are a few years (or ten) behind and we’re still catching on to the coffee craze.
As a teenager and in my early twenties, coffee kept me going during long nights of last-minute studying and assignments. Now, that same buzz helps fuel my writing, knitting, drawing, etc. with a little help from my friend the iPod. My love of coffee makes me feel slightly disloyal…after all, I am English – aren’t I supposed to be promoting tea? But tea just doesn’t have the same effect on me, it has to be coffee.
Coffee has become so integrated into our culture, is it any wonder I’m completely hooked? We meet for coffee (not tea, even in the UK!), we have coffee with breakfast and after dinner, we are rewarded for visiting our favorite coffee shops, not to mention the number of TV characters and shows that are built around coffee (Friends, anyone?).
As I sit here and sip my delicious hazelnut latte, I know this is one love affair that’s not ending anytime soon…!