"Only with my oxygen."
- Gilmore Girls
I love tea but I might love coffee more. That chocolately, spicy, smooth flavour, the social aspect of meeting someone for a coffee on Ponsonby Road, the little pick me up it provides, the abundance of choice in taste and type. But fuck Starbucks: I refuse to drink it and think anyone who does is evil. Yes, even you Mary Kate or Ashley (a little over the top, yes, but I finally read No Logo last month and it reinforced my long-standing disgust at the place). I can’t stand coffee franchises (Starbucks, Esquires, The Coffee Club, Gloria Jeans, McCafe, ugh, who drinks there?).
I wasn’t a coffee drinker until I started working full-time, and probably only because I worked around the corner from Caffetteria Allpress. Best coffee ever! Plus the woman who works there, Donna, is just lovely. We used to be sponsored by Caffe L’afarre at Runway Reporter, and they would send us a package of coffee every month, it was a very Good Thing (geddit Natalie?). Then I went to Italy and became even more coffee obsessed (although I like my coffee a tad milkier than Italians do). My fondest memory of Rome is standing at an Italian breakfast bar at a train station with pastry and strong espresso in hand, listening to Italian men talk loudly about who knows what. Heaven.
I like coffee in food too. Here are some yum coffee related recipes: