I have never been one to drink coffee.
Bitter. Too hot. Stinky. Bitter.
Sure, the black brew has come in handy a few times over the years to keep me awake, but I never enjoyed the taste.
For some reason, in the last few years, I have taken a liking to coffee. I swore I would never like it.
“How can anybody like it?” I would say.
But, I do. Drat!
For as long as I can remember, my mother has been a coffee fanatic. She can drink coffee like no other.
A pot of coffee in a day… or several in mom’s case. She shares her coffee with dad, but I think we all know who consumes the lion’s share.
She drinks the black brew all year long.
Oh, yes. The Bunn coffee maker is brewing 365 days a year in the Joles household.
Late at night?
Sure! Caffeine doesn’t phase her. I am pretty sure coffee flows freely in her veins. She’s like a walking coffee bean, toting a mug.
In fact, I remember when I first started helping mom clean around the house as a small child. One of my first jobs was wiping off the kitchen countertops. I marveled at how easily little coffee spots could be wiped off the counter.
It was kind of fun! And then it got old.
“Why do you guys always get coffee all over the counter?” I would complain. “Yuck! You spill so much!”
But, that complaint wouldn’t result in any real change. At the time, I didn’t realize that splats of coffee are bound to happen with a coffee fanatic in the house.
How ironic that I now I find myself looking forward to coffee each morning. I like the smell and even the taste (after some Coffee-Mate is added).
In fact, a new Bunn coffee maker sits on the counter at my house—the very coffee maker that I swore I would never have any use for. I haven’t missed making coffee in the morning very often… yet, I continually miss my mug when pouring the steaming hot goodness.
Splat. Wipe, wipe. Splat. Drat!
Oh, now I get it! Coffee splats on the countertop make sense. A new coffee fanatic is born.
Amy Joles is the editor of the Advertiser. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.