Loosing my taste for coffee...

Gee you know it's been too long since I blogged,

my own site doesn't recognize me on the computer

anymore, had to log on!!!!

Okay, on to the topic.

I am upset with the fact that I have lost

my taste for coffee.

Since November and surgery I have tried

and tried and just cannot redevelop the taste.

You may ask, "And why is this bothering her?"

Well, it has been with me since I was a little girl

and understood that coffee was a staple for

anyone born on the bayou of Lafourche.

There are too many memories surrounded around

my first cup of coffee in the morning for me to just give it up.

I began drinking coffee as a very little girl.

It was the way we started every morning in the Collins home.

Of course, in the beginning it was more like what

we called COFFEE-MILK

Dad would have that pot brewing on the stove,

way before Mr. Coffee came to be.

It was the first thing you smelled when you woke up

and because the Daddy I had waited on the younger crew,

He had the coffee in our favorite cup waiting for us.

He had either the home made cigar biscuits in the oven

or the toast buttered and cut into threes the way we liked it.

Or he had the green box of crackers waiting on the table

for him to crush in our coffee cup.

My daddy had my Mumsie spoiled for her coffee,

he was not what you would call a romantic man

but every morning my Mumsie awakened to coffee in bed

if she had worked the night before at Randolph's.

It was a wonderful childhood.

As I grew, married and moved on my own,

it was the one thing HOBL and I always both did when he

was home. One of us makes the first batch of coffee and

the second person made the next batch.

We raised both the children around our cups of coffee.

It remained the one thing I needed before waking the babies

or fixing their breakfasts. I needed that cup of coffee.

While I was pregnant for both babies, I gave up coffee drinking

and longed for it so badly. Still making the pot for HOBL so

I could at least smell the aroma.

Now as a 47 year old woman, I looked forward to it every morning.

I now fix my coffee, sit on my recliner with my fav. doggie, Trixie

and drink, blog, and stalk facebook every morning.

When HOBL is home sometimes we have our cup together,

sometimes I just make his to wait for when he gets up.

If he wakes up before me he makes his then puts

mines to brew (well sometimes he remembers).

Now you understand why my loss of taste for coffee

if bothering me. Too much history and good memories

behind the morning brew to just give it up.

So every morning I awaken and put the 4 cup pot

to brew. This pot fills my favorite mug perfectly.

I continue to sit here, like now, with trixie on my side

and the cup to my left.

I know by the time I am done only a few sips will be gone

from the cup but the morning routine

will stay until I know for sure I just can't

drink it anymore because I am just

not ready to make my coffee drinking days

part of my history.