Sugar to my Coffee
Sugar to my Coffee
I started drinking coffee in college, and it has only been about 5 years since I came to appreciate the simplicity of the classic black coffee. For someone who loves to sleep so much, coffee became my morning ritual and one of the necessities to get through my college days. I guess it would not be too inaccurate to say that coffee made an indirect contribution to my passing classes and graduating from college.
I would pour cream and sugar to my coffee in a means to make it as "less black" as possible but still get the effect of caffeine. Later, I found myself dozing off in class even after my two cups. I came to a conclusion that adding cream and sugar will lessen the effect of caffeine. The veracity to my theory is very doubtful and I'm sure a lot of it is psychological.
I enjoyed (or thought I enjoyed) fancier coffee with whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top. I am still not certain if I liked it for the taste of it or if I simply concluded fancier looking ones are better. I never really ordered black coffee until the barista took my order wrong, and I ended up with my first Americano. To my surprise, the flavor of fresh, dark roasted beans mesmerized me, and I embraced the undisguised pure taste of freshly brewed black coffee without any sort of fabrication.
I like black coffee for the same reason some people dislike it--the bitterness. However, when the olfactory and gustatory senses are all focused on the rich and deep flavor of coffee, I feel like the "bitterness" gets registered as freshness, sometimes even sweetness. I do not think it is the best metaphor, but my life is a cup of black coffee.I find joy and happiness from simple things in life. I love myself at its most unfabricated self and feel comfortable in my own skin. However, I find it really challenging to completely not be conscious about how other people think about me. I see myself adding sugar/cream to my coffee (to make it fancier) despite my belief that disguising the true taste with more sugar and cream and chocolate syrup does not ultimately lead to better one.
I enjoyed (or thought I enjoyed) fancier coffee with whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top. I am still not certain if I liked it for the taste of it or if I simply concluded fancier looking ones are better. I never really ordered black coffee until the barista took my order wrong, and I ended up with my first Americano. To my surprise, the flavor of fresh, dark roasted beans mesmerized me, and I embraced the undisguised pure taste of freshly brewed black coffee without any sort of fabrication.
I like black coffee for the same reason some people dislike it--the bitterness. However, when the olfactory and gustatory senses are all focused on the rich and deep flavor of coffee, I feel like the "bitterness" gets registered as freshness, sometimes even sweetness. I do not think it is the best metaphor, but my life is a cup of black coffee.I find joy and happiness from simple things in life. I love myself at its most unfabricated self and feel comfortable in my own skin. However, I find it really challenging to completely not be conscious about how other people think about me. I see myself adding sugar/cream to my coffee (to make it fancier) despite my belief that disguising the true taste with more sugar and cream and chocolate syrup does not ultimately lead to better one.
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