Mmmm coffee...

As I was hanging at my favorite local coffee spot, I was having this conversation with a fellow patron about tea. When he asked me if I drank tea, I responded that tea isn't my thing. I will drink tea and I actually can enjoy a nice cup of tea. But my relationship to coffee really leaves little room for tea. Who has time for tea if you are drinking 8 cups a coffee a day? I not only love coffee but I, in fact, need coffee. Yes, in that totally codependent, "there-are-groups-for-that" kind of way.

As I began to think about it, coffee has really become my life-partner. I started drinking coffee when I was about 8 (no that is not a typo). My Grandparents called coffee "dessert" when i was a kid. They used to put that powder creamer and a boat-load of sugar in coffee and serve it to my brothers and I as an after dinner treat. I am sure you can imagine what the evening was like. After bouncing off the walls until about midnight, my brothers and I would finally pass out and sleep in until 10 am. I have a feeling that the 10 am part was the ulterior motive, but I digress. More serious coffee drinking began in high school. I would have a cup in the morning before school along with the cigarette I would have stolen from my Dad's pack. Best breakfast ever. The years after high school solidified my habit. I started drinking coffee in pots as opposed to cups.

The only thing that has changed is what goes into the coffee. I spent years drinking coffee black and smoking Camel straights. Kind of went with the whole wearing all black thing and the mohawk. Also kind of mirrored the guys I dated as well - strong, acidic and left stains. Around my mid-20s i began to put a little teaspoon of sugar in the coffee and also entered my first long-term relationship. And just like my coffee, he was strong, a little sweet, and being in love, i felt like i couldn't live without either him or the coffee. All three of us shared a love of Parliament's as well. We lived happily in a small studio for years in San Francisco and then moved to Los Angeles.

Now being a local Bay Area girl, I was raised on Peet's and had developed a bit of snobbery around my coffee. There was no Peet's in LA. I felt like I was leaving my real lover behind and having multiple affairs as I tried coffee at different coffee shops. All of them leaving me feeling empty and disappointed. I had an affair for a while at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, but it wasn't the same. I decided it was time to go back to Northern California. I missed Peet's.

I left my coffee affair, my boyfriend and Parliament's in LA. And also changed what went into my coffee. This time it was just cream. I was back buying bean's at Peet's and splashing a dash of cream. I was also single for the first time in 10 years and was feeling like I needed to take care of the ulcer I had grown while living in LA. Coffee and my life was looking nice and light.

It was at this time I rediscovered a local coffee spot that brews a great cup of coffee and has great beans. In high school it was known to me as the pick-up spot for Bears. Now i think of it as my spot... I grab my cup, I meet up there with my friends or I find my quiet corner to write there. Don't get me wrong, I still love Peet's but I never hung out at any Peets. Once I made the move to the local spot, I began to splash a little sugar in with my cream.

I still drink the strongest coffee you have ever tried at home and am known for sending my friends to the bathroom within minutes of drinking my brew. But recent years have marked a lighter, sweeter blend of coffee, cream and sugar. I guess some of my edge wore off, same can be said of the guys too. They also seem to be sweeter, lighter (as in the size of the baggage they carried), and better quality like my beans.