i'm at viento y agua right now, studying for the nclex. i got a medium iced coffee with a shot of caramel syrup for here, which means it comes in a cute glass jar. the little ice cube squares tinkle against the sides of the jar and a generous splash of half-and-half makes such a lovely picture.
this crazy love for coffee got me thinking about where it started.
when i was little, we spent a lot of time with our good friend mrs. kelley. she would cut our hair, teach us how to feed dogs biscuits and not be afraid of them, let me eat grapefruit with sugar, learn how to dissect animals in 2nd grade and peel skin off a frog, ride horses, watch 'where the red fern grows,' and see puppies be born, among a myriad of lovely childhood memories. she also introduced me to my love for all things kiwi-jam-related. the first time i ate kiwi jam at her house, i loved it so incredibly much that i literally licked a drop off the table (it may have been my plate, but i think it was the table). i was reprimanded for that, but i also got to take home a jar of jam. instant love.
well, i think she is where my obsession for coffee began (did i just say obsession? um yes, it's true). she would always have a cup of coffee near her. i remember it being in a white mug with that creamy look of deliciousness from the milk or cream she would add to it. and her breath always smelled so sweetly and distinctly of coffee. that may be weird, but i absolutely adore coffee breath.
and now i love coffee.
and she bakes and cooks all the time. i think that rubbed off on me too, but that's another story.
thank you, mrs. kelley.