Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I drink tea, not coffee. Despite having grown up with a mother who did not start her day without a cup of coffee, I never have drunk coffee. This morning as I made a cup in the small kitchen down the hall, and chatted with a colleague who was making the coffee, he joked that he doesn't mind making a new pot of coffee, because then he can make it the way he likes it.
Tea. One cup at a time. Just the way I like it.
I thought it was the taste, or maybe the slow ritual of its brewing. Now I think it's all about control.