For one, my friend can remember from still being in the single digits of age and her mum deciding to buy her coffee instead of hot chocolate to break a lil’ bit of the sweet obsession, and she’s never looked back.
My mum reminisces her time back in Romania, walking through the streets with a fresh loaf of bread, and inhaling that deliciously intoxicating smell of freshly ground coffee, she too, never looked back.
For me, at the tender age of 16 I was determined to break into the mature world of coffee drinking, and a yearning to be able to wrap my head around ‘what drives adults so crazy about this brown bitter tasting drink, and why on earth are they preferring it to hot chocolate – what the!?’
I began with baby steps, calling on all the help I could get from syrup sweeteners to mocha, then from time, dedication, serious caffeine drinking, many a coffees later, here I am, an ammeter coffee drinker.
Ahhh it’s been a long, tough journey, but oh so worthwhile.
Wether coffee be a result of the struggle to stay awake or the reason you get up every monday… coffee… is. da. word.
Ya feelin’ me brah?
Coffee is so personal… and this is gonna sound crayzay, like i’m some coffee philosopher or somethin’ (which I’m so totally not) but I reckkkkon, coffee plays a little part in our self identification (woahhhh say what, dis chick talking cray… somebody call Dr Philll!)
Well… I’m not in some identity crisis or what, but I gotta put it out there, finding your personal coffee order is such a venture of it’s own… cause far out, with all the milks, strengths and flavours to choose from… you may just spend a lifetime with froth moustaches before you discover yo’ coffee… if ya know what I mean…
(sometimes I don’t even know what I mean… maybe it’s the coffee talkin’?)
But wait, why on earth did Bec just do a whole post on coffee??
That’s a bit rando Bec… Do you need Oprah?
It’s k guys… I got this…
I’ve had a coffee vent on my mind for a while now… it’s just sah deep ya know? sah many levels?
I think, particularly breaking in to adult life and all, coffee is actually becoming quite an integral part of my life (look at me, being all grown up and using big words like integral).
Some call is sleep deprivation, I call it good socialisation skills. Cause, let’s be honest, how can you live in Melbourne and not organise catchups where you chin wagg for hours over a humble cup of coffee?
PLUS there’s that whole ‘having a cool as coffee order that just roles of the tongue’ kinda thang.. or is that just me…
You know the ones… in those manhattan chick flick rom coms, where this sassy as gal strides into starbucks and whips out this precise coffee order, which leaves me thinkin…. what on earth is a grande, and since when does a coffee that big exist?!
Coffee lingo to a whole nudda level!So with all this rambling, where am is Bec with coffee at the moment?
Well, I’m glad you asked… (imaginary person….)
I’m in a current state of a “skinny hot latte”.
Why skinny milk? Some say it froths better…
Why extra hot? Cause I’m a fool, who likes everything I drink to be super hot
Why a latte? Cause it’s frothy and funn…. geeez what’s with all the questions
Saying that… I’m contemplating a cappuccino moment… you could say I’m still finding my coffee identity
What’s your coming of age coffee story and coffee order?
p.s. all photos from my instagram feed.