You may still be rolling your eyes at the title of this blog, but I’m only being honest. Coffee is the sole driving force that pulls me out of bed in the morning and gives me the strength required to feed my cats, not growl at my early rising husband, and behave appropriately during 9 hours of conference calls (just ask my husband or boss, who have both attempted to speak to me pre-coffee).
It's one of the first things I remember about growing up in New Orleans, too. As a kid, I used to sit on my grandpa’s knee at the breakfast table, and while he read the paper I would take tiny sips of his coffee with the teaspoon he used to stir the sugar in. When I was introduced to coffee and beignets later, I was done for. I haven’t ever looked back.
And as a writer who would really like to have a novel published in her lifetime, there’s not really anything better than a fresh pot of coffee and a new scene piecing itself together in my mind as I pull out my notebook or flip open my laptop. It also gives a great excuse to sit in a coffee shop for hours on end when I absolutely cannot stare at the walls of my own house any longer.
It’s also delicious.
So yes, Jen wants coffee. Maybe you should bring her some (Dark roast. Milk, no sugar, please).
