Intimacy with Coffee - Essay Example

Amidst the pile of hotcakes dredged in butter, marmalade, and syrup, I could not help but ask what the fuzz was about freshly brewed coffee that mother religiously makes. She lovingly responded, crisp and clear as a streak of early morning sunrise that breaks the dimly lit dawn, that I could not yet have this adult beverage yet until I am old enough to make one for my own. That was when I decided to grow up fast, not only to be given the opportunities to explore the world; but more so, to start an intimate relationship with coffee. 

The first cup of sought of coffee was ultimately luxuriated in when I was in my teens. After years of intent and discreet observation of mother quietly humming while fixing the brewing coffee pot, I finally had the courage to fix one of my very own on a fatefully cold and breezy Sunday morning. Everybody was still tucked peacefully in bed and the sleepy sun was still brazed in oblivion like a black grizzly bear in hibernation. Slowly and ultra-quietly I crept to the kitchen cupboard to open the newly bought canister of Folgers Gourmet coffee in Caramel Drizzle flavor. I prepared the coffee maker and as I opened the lid, the aroma was just invigoratingly inviting. The smell permeated slowly and intensely to one’s nostrils and then, the desire immediately crept to one’s palate, like a thief that carefully planned its next attack.

Amidst the darkness of the kitchen, where I lit a small soft light through the immaculately clean counter’s night lamp, I was able to measure the clear water to my desired level, as religiously observed from mother’s skilled hands. Carefully and slowly, I poured the measured water into the carafe and returned it to the heating plate. Then, nervously at first, I diligently measured two fully filled tablespoons of Folgers Gourmet coffee, continuing to be exhilarated by the engulfing aroma. I waited patiently as I turned on the coffee maker, to what seemed to be an eternity, like a young teenager expectantly waiting for the coming of a persistently determined lover.

At last, the culmination of a long arduous wait was finally fulfilled. The taste exactly paralleled and even surpassed the delight that one expected. It was delightfully bittersweet, with the mild sweet caramel flavor, perfectly warming one’s cold persona. The smell soothes one’s senses but the jolt of rejuvenation awakens the drinker who apparently says: I am now ready for the day’s challenges. The first cup of coffee that one dreamed of since that glorious day with father on the joyous breakfast table could never be forgotten. It seemed just like yesterday and today, I joined the rest of the family members as they arose to the aroma of that favored drink, that I surmise, even Gods could be happily awakened.