It is no secret to those who know me that I have a deep love for coffee. A serious, deep love.
I have great memories of being at my grandparent's house and having a delicious cup of coffee, even as a small child. My grandmother would have the old-fashioned coffee grinder ready and we would get to work. Then she would brew a very strong pot on top of the gas stove (and sometimes on the wood stove!) in one of these awesome percolators (we bought one of these a few years ago and Ben uses it on occasion).
I can't think of any family function where there wasn't a pot of coffee brewing. One of my most favorite possessions is the Bunn coffee maker that my dad gave Ben and I for our first Christmas together.
It was routine for me to wake up every morning, stumble to the coffee pot to get it going, and then proceed to drink the entire pot throughout the morning. That's a lot of coffee.
Then, in the middle of June something strange happened.
I woke up one morning and the thought of coffee made me sick to my stomach. Granted I had some other health things going on at the time, but seriously...no desire for coffee???
This diversion lasted for almost 2 months, and then I drank a cup. I was a shaky disaster all day! I no longer feel sick at the thought, yet I can't bring myself to drink any.
I feel like I'm missing something in my day, almost like I have said goodbye to a friend! I really, really hope that it's only temporary. I miss my coffee!
Maybe you coffee lovers out there can have an extra cup for me today?
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