i have to admit, i’ve never been much of a coffee drinker. have always been more skewed to all manner of tea – english, chinese, japanese, indian being my preferred. i think between Dad and i we have more tea in the house than either of us + 6 wedding party-scale events can finish. especially because we spend so much time in China: it is a fairly common gift. Especially because i have a particular weakness for Tie Guan Yin, we have much in stock at home. The other (more) notable stash of tea we have at home is the for-every-occasion Earl Grey. (and his family Lady Grey, Contessa Grey). we are not tea connoisseurs, just tea lovers.
given that my forever-boyfriend is a certifiable coffee addict, i’ve never caught the bug. i dont like its semi-burnt smell, the bitter taste, or worse, the imaginary goosebumps it raises. coffee always made me a little wiry and just that little bit nauseous. i know right, considering D’s collegues told me over lunch that they counted once that he had 13 cups of coffee a day from the pantry. he has since brought his own nespresso machine in, and it sits on his desk in easy reach. my ex-boyf is the coffee-barista God of Sg, winning himself the top spot in our competitions, and all these years, coffee never rubbed off on me.
but recently, for no real particular reason, i’ve had a hankering for coffee. oh dear, i fear a slippery slope. it started off with a realisation that hot milk is sweet.. then i can’t quite explain how it lead to me wanting and actually ordering coffee.. but well. here i am. sitting here on a saturday afternoon, lusting after a hot cuppa.
i dont think i’m currently interested in the Coffee shop kinda coffees yet. but i sure would love one of those fancy cuppa latte. my nespresso machine at home will have to do. there must be something in that brew that makes addicts of half the world right. time to find out what it is.