perfect cup of coffee.
I was reminded of this in my groggy pre-caffeinated state when as I wandered up one flight of stairs from the laundry room he handed me a jolt of java to ensure I had enough energy to make it up the second staircase without tripping over our sleeping bull mastiff.
Today it might have been Maxwell House, or even Folgers. I'm not the coffee-buyer in our house, unless we're splurging on Italian espresso grounds, so I can't pinpoint a specific brand. What I do know is this - it wouldn't matter. My hubby knows how to fix it just right.
In the past two years, he's mastered the sensitive balance of required sweetness. He understands that Southern Butter Pecan creamer eliminates the need for sugar, and that if we're out of creamer, I'd rather go...gulp...without. It's not so much the taste of coffee I enjoy but rather what it does for me.
And he knows, like he knew this morning, that after a long evening of writing, a perfect cup of coffee will right my world. For many reasons - his mad coffee skills included - I love that man.
So, Starbucks for you? Does coffee inspire your mojo?
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