if i could marry a beverage, it would be coffee. i briefly considered my options this morning: martini, beer, juice (meh.), tea; thoughts inevitably returned to the tried and true mug of brown water waiting patiently for me on my desk. no matter your mood, coffee will satisfy you. feeling ornery? grab a latte, sure to soothe. just finished playing a game of tennis after months of being sedentary and, essentially, inert? iced coffee -- cream, no sugar. it is a staple. it is a constant. it is the crutch on which i lean to get through the day. if you think i'm kidding, witness my mid-day caffeine-withdrawal hand tremor, or my penchant for mugs. things that i love about coffee: the taste; the color (i own a skirt the exact hue of a vanilla latte); the SMELL. i love that i can almost, literally, hear it say 'good morning!' when i pull it from the refrigerator. and i love, love, love that it's one of the very few socially acceptable at-any-meal-at-any-time drinks. (martinis for breakfast? careful. juice for dinner? pansy.) coffee has been a friend and a mentor. i would not be where i am today without coffee. it's strong, it's robust. it's dependable. it's always good. it's the george clooney of beverages.
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