Black Coffee

I imagined that more people drank black coffee. I cannot recall the last person who drank their coffee black, there would always be some cream and sugar. I must say that I am a low level addict. I enjoy a cup of coffee once every few days. I do try not to drink of it everyday, since I started getting headaches without the stuff. The pure cup of brewed coffee has a taste that I enjoy, by itself, but to be honest, I guess the habit came a few years ago when I got a boyfriend who likes his coffee with a lot of milk and sugar. He would get a cup of coffee and ask to split it in two. He would put in a liberal amount of sugar, as well as a half cup of milk. At the beginning, I was probably just resigned to giving up my milk and sugar packets. I have since thought that its acidity and bitterness suit a specific part of my appetite.
In a more pretentious discussion, black coffee just gave me a feeling that I had somehow grown up. Growing up, the coffee powder had a special place in the beverage shelf. My mother never kept it in the house, but my grandfather and uncle who lived in the same compound had a small jar of instant coffee set aside on the dining table. They would fill the small jar at about the same time every month, on a Saturday, after the market run in the morning, just in time for the afternoon coffee. When I was young and not allowed to drink coffee yet, I had a fascination with the way my grandfather would stir the coffee back and forth instead of around. The swirls of tiny bubbles were a peculiar sight to a child. And since then I thought that was the way coffee ought to be stirred.
Of course, now I know coffee is enjoyed differently from person to person. Sugar, cream, milk, foam, syrup, ice -- every variation has a different effect. People can have very specific preferences when it comes to coffee, and every person just likes his/her coffee just the way he/she likes it.

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