Life is difficult without it. My day isn’t complete without it. Am I addicted to it?
I can’t remember when I started to like coffee. As kids, our mother usually served us with “coffee” in the morning but it was not made from coffee beans. It was from burnt rice grains or cooked rice leftovers. Taste like coffee but not coffee.
But, I never actually like coffee or anything hot especially in the morning. I would usually puke every time I drink hot liquid in the morning.
Now, it becomes indispensable. It is something I am worried about when I am not at home. Where will I get my coffee is a question I have to answer, an issue I have to resolve before the day ends. Otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep well.
I like my coffee instant. I don’t crave for other coffee recipes, with names I find difficult to read, more so, understand.
I can’t drink coffee sans creamer. It’s better to have no sugar in my coffee than creamer.
I don’t like 3in1, 4in1, 5in1, 6in1, 7in1 and 8in1 instant coffees. How many more ingredients can they add to the coffee? I just want coffee.
First mug of coffee is a relief; the second one is a pleasure. I wouldn’t crave for a third; I would be more scared than satisfied.
I know when to stop, at least for a coffee.