Friendly greetings dear Hivers, especially coffee lovers. I love this week's topic because it has given me a lot to think about regarding my relationship with coffee. I've always considered myself a self-possessed person and have been squarely against the vices of addictive substances. But in recent years I have recognized that coffee is my guilty vice.
I have always had some parameters as to my place at the table, my favorite cutlery, glasses or plates. But all this applies to food, but not to coffee. I can drink coffee in any container, sitting anywhere, I don't have a schedule. I can drink three cups first thing in the morning or in the early morning when the roosters are crowing and normal people are sleeping.
If I arrive to visit a house I roar to heaven that they offer me coffee, and if there is good confidence with the hosts in the first 5 minutes I comment: "They saved me some coffee, didn't they?
It doesn't matter if they serve me coffee in a ceramic, clay, pewter or plastic cup. It doesn't matter if it is red, clear, watered down, sweet or black. I am the happiest person in the world with a cup in my hand and the taste of coffee flooding my mouth.
At home I never use cups. I have a plastic thermos that I carry everywhere. It keeps my coffee hot and has no risk of breaking in case I put it on the floor or on a shelf, during my runs around the house doing the day's activities.
There are really no ideal conditions for enjoying my coffee. Since in any circumstances I enjoy them to the fullest. In fact coffee makes every moment ideal. With all that I have mentioned above, it would seem that I am exaggerating a little, but the truth is that my coffee habits are quite intense and coffee is not an option but rather part of my daily routine.
Nor do I see it as a dogmatic question. I don't think that everyone should drink coffee or that people who don't have the habit of consuming it are missing out on something important in their lives. On the contrary, sometimes I wonder if it is right to have such a strong bond with a beverage, or I am afraid of depending on coffee to have a better mood or not to get a headache. But the truth is that I enjoy it very much, I am not hurting anyone or myself, so for now I will continue to enjoy coffee.
I was very pleased to share with you these anecdotes and reflections about coffee. I hope you enjoy reading them. For now I will say goodbye.
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That's interesting! I have a lovely metal Stanley thermos that's insulated for hot or cold, but I hate the way my coffee tastes when I drink it directly from it. I only drink black coffee, and the metal alters the taste. Maybe I should get a plastic thermos and see if I prefer it.
A brilliant story that's filled with passion and excitement. It's believable and made me enjoy every word:)
I was curious about the metal thermos, I have always wanted one to carry my coffee everywhere when I ride my motorcycle and I am worried that the coffee taste will change.
It is a pleasure to share in this beautiful community and an honor to be read by the Goddess of coffee. Greetings
My husband doesn't notice a difference in taste, so it would be great if you could test it with a metal thermos somehow, before investing in one of your own.
Have a lovely day 🤗
I'll do that, I'll try it before buying mine, I have a friend who has one but lives in the city, when I visit her I'll ask her a favor. Thank you and receive a big hug
Thank you very much for your support. A big hug
Hello friend, when you create that relationship with coffee it is impossible to detach yourself from it and wherever you go you have to be drinking coffee and that thermos that you have is fascinating and that way you can enjoy with great peace of mind and a large amount of coffee. It's not the coffee's fault.
It is my precious thermos to be at home. Thanks for visiting and commenting. Greetings my friend!!!
I accompany you in the feeling, I have also had coffee in any container, plastic cups, iron, porcelain, mud...and stop counting, so you are mine. That’s being a coffee addict, greetings, blessings!
I accept it, I'm addicted to coffee hahaha, wherever they serve it to me I'm happy and I enjoy it to the fullest. Thanks for visiting and commenting. Regards