Updated: Aug 23, 2021
Yes I am a coffee-holic battling the grind.
Don’t mind myself a cup of coffee, or two, or three. It’s a guilty pleasure, I confess.
Truth be told, I don’t even know what the real physical health implications are, I should probably find out a little more about that.
There is a little more to it than that, it’s not just the aroma of those sweet sweet roasted coffee beans that steal my heart, it’s more about what a simple cup coffee means to me.
I have actually found myself reflecting on the significance of coffee on my life, yes really, I have, actually devoted time to understanding coffee’s hold on me.
It actually traces back to my childhood. I have fond memories of popping into my grandmother’s and watching my mother sit around chatting to her mum and her sisters over a coffee, or two, or three (familiar?).
There was something communal about this.
I also have memories of dropping into my Nona’s (Italian for grandmother) with my father and watching him sip on an espresso, or two (or three) as he expressively chatted away.
I long for this connection, that sense of belonging that I on