Breaking Up (With Coffee ) Is Hard to Do
Wake me up before you grind-grind, I don’t wanna miss it when my caffeine hits that high
I never thought I’d betray coffee.
I’m not having an affair. It is an open relationship with tea now.
In my youth, I fell head over heels for coffee. It was more than love. Passion was hotter than molten lava.
I used to do it with Arabica at least three times a day. When I felt particularly naughty, I would get frisky with some Mandheling late into the evening, knowing how depleted I would feel the following day. No regrets.
I worshiped coffee, rejecting anything that did not smell, taste, and make me jitterbug like it.
Eventually, this abusive, co-dependent relationship led to me becoming pregnant with Java-Japonica beans.
Accumulative acidity finally took its toll, I had to do cold turkey.
I still struggle to resist my addiction whenever I catch a sniff of its aroma.
My brain goes a-bang-bang.
You never forget your first love.
