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Some mornings I need it, others I crave it. I try and try to keep the "need" to a minimum, because the latter is a much better experience.
I know several people who love the smell of the chopped bean and the swirling steam, but the bitter taste keeps them away. Some have a sweet tooth, some like sour foods, but I gravitate toward the earthy - and coffee is the main attraction.
Our small town has two cafes and a shop that serves coffee; I have to drive 30 minutes to the nearest Starbucks. I'm never really impressed with restaurant coffee anywhere (the cafes, all cafes as far as I can tell, serve thin, watery stuff; I tell myself it's so the farmers can chat and drink five or six cups, but I know it's not cheap to make the strong stuff), and the result is: I like my brew best.
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Four long minutes later, I pour.
The cup has to be right too. I choose the man mug, as my family calls it. Lately I've been drinking the coffee made at work during the week and making my own on the weekend. This only adds to the anticipation. There's some debate as to whether there will be wine in heaven; there's no doubt about pressed coffee.
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