It tastes as good as the sun feels when it finally crests the ridge top on a frozen fall morning and begins to thaw your numb bones causing steam to rise from the melting frost on your listless body. Suddenly, its warmth brings back your will to hunt. It tastes that good. I want to introduce you to a flavor like no other, one that tends to dull the senses as a way to cope with the overwhelming greatness that is the taste of…coffee. Like the sun brings back my will to hunt, coffee brings back my will to rise and tackle my day. I can function without it but it is like the difference between running for exercise and running from a grizzly…one is substantially more productive than the other.
Do you share my love of coffee? What gets you going in the morning?