Coffee and Me
This is my Wednesday post, an excerpt from my upcoming book, Coffee and Me.
The back patio of 310 Coffee is a relaxing, restorative place to be. There are four giant white birds of paradise in the center. On my table sit the wrappers from my recently consumed breakfast sandwich, my go-to: sausage, bacon, egg, and cheese on a bun with mayo. I add a dash of Tapatío to the mayo.
To my left, a group of officers is discussing responding to car crashes. To my right, a woman reads to her infant. Across from me, a dad, a daughter, and a dog.
My coffee has a strong, bitter taste to it. Of course it does. I don’t have flavored creamer, just half-and-half. My assumption is that flavored creamer at a coffee shop would be considered lowbrow.
Today I am off. It is Veterans Day. We remember and honor those who served.
My hope for the day is to be revitalized and restored. Unrealistic, most likely, but I am thankful for coffee shops, coffee, journals, sunshine, squawking birds, and a day off.
Later in the day, torn between going back out and staying home to journal, I decide to stay home. I make a Keurig in my Snoopy mug.
I put some Nespresso Gold in the bottom of my cup, brew the K-cup over the top of it, and add my French Vanilla creamer and two packets of fake Splenda, then stir. I pull the last piece of sweet potato pie out of the fridge and sit down at my desk with little Bella at my feet, begging.
I sip, eat, and write.
Where do you feel most restored?
Here, I made this. My gift to you, for taking the time to read.
Images are from my imagination, generated by AI. Writing is all me.