Attitude of Gratitude Day 7: A Warm Cup

English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto...

English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto: Taso de kafo. Français : Photo d’une tasse de caffé Español: Taza de café (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Keeping it simple today. There are many things I am immensely thankful for. Some of them weighty, some of them not. I still have a week and change for this and figured a day off from the heavy would be good. Well, at least in this feature.  So today I will express my gratitude for a daily visit with a dear old friend: coffee.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I probably should not be grateful for an addiction, but there it is. I have been drinking the stuff since I was fourteen. I usually prefer cream and a little sugar, but I can, and often do, drink it black. It is my get up and go and as I get older I notice I need it more. Addiction is like that. I almost gave it up once, when I  had a kidney stone but I found out it was cola that gave me it, so I dodged a bullet there (and yes I still drink that, but only seldom.)

It gets my mind moving when I need it to. It inspires me to write. It is a comfortable habit, holding that cup with a pen in the other hand. It feels good going down and usually come right on out (sorry, TMI?) Coffee is surrounded by a culture that appreciates art, literature and music like few others. Coffee lovers, real coffee lovers, live to go to open mic nights.

It is tasty. It is diverse. You can make all sorts of specialty drinks from it, or you can simply enjoy a hot cup of joe. It makes a dandy Christmas gift and you can get it on the cheep, about two dollars a pound for it at Price Right, or you can be a complete snob and spend over fifty dollars a pound for Jamaican Blue Mountain (soooooooo worth it!)

Coffee can teach you geography. I know where Sumatra is because of coffee, and while I already knew where Kenya, Costa Rica (oh Tarrazu,) and Brazil are, I have a greater appreciation for those places because the coffee they grow. Also, few other products let me get my activist on while making a purchase as the debate rages over the importance of shade grown coffee and how to define fair trade. Coffee is a drink for all seasons, and fit for King Henry the third (sorry Cab.)

So today I want to thank those ancient traders from Ethiopia for sharing this magic bean with the rest of the world. We may be able to get up with out it, but do we really want to? I know I don’t which is why I will be swinging by Java Junction on my way to work today.

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