Loyal to my morning cuppa..!
Robert Clements
Tuesday, August 02, 2011 - My morning cuppa’s been getting some good press lately: Last week she was featured as a preventive for diabetes and this morning The Times reported a cup a day keeps memory loss at bay!
Ha! And to all those people who’ve stared at me as I sip my daily addiction do I hold such cuttings up, though such reports I’ve never needed, to sustain my deep love and bonding for the cup that cheers. “What do you have when you return from your morning walk?” I ask my friends. “Gallons of water!” says John. “Yeah water replenishes the sweat you’ve lost,” says another, “and you?”
“My morning coffee!” I sigh. Very often during the walk I’m joined by friends and neighbors laughing, joking and talking about events that have happened the day before on matters pertaining to football, cricket, politics or other stuff men love to chatter about. I become a little quiet after awhile and suddenly group whispers and looks at me, “Bob?” they ask, “working on your next piece?” I smile and say nothing.
How do you tell this bunch of warm, friendly good natured fellows that you’re just waiting to leave their company, that all their banter and jesting cannot replace the temptress waiting at home!
Sizzling hot, seductively sweet, whose aroma you sniff in anticipation, taste buds drooling with longing. Ah my morning cup of coffee! Not a day can I live without her. I remember years ago as a bachelor I had to make a choice between her and another, prettier and more shapely. “What do you love the most?” she asked. “My coffee!” I said and did I see disappointment in her adoring eyes. “I make good tea!” “Tea?” Our friendship never went farther and sometimes when I do think of choice I made I pat myself and whisper there was no choice at all was there? And yet one day I walked away from my coffee. Milan airport a few years ago: “What will you have sir?” asked busy waitress as I sat alone. “Coffee!” I said. “Which coffee?” she asked and threw menu on my table and hurried away.
“Which coffee!” I stared at the card. There was Caffe Latte! Espresso! Caffe Macha! there was Breve and Café Cito! And there was Granita!” I sighed as the card stared mockingly back at me, “Choose!” it said, “choose between us!” I couldn’t. How could I be disloyal to any one of them. The waitress came back, “Have you chosen?” she asked. “Tea..!” I said weakly, and glanced away from mocking card.
—Email: bobsbanter@gmail.com
Ha! And to all those people who’ve stared at me as I sip my daily addiction do I hold such cuttings up, though such reports I’ve never needed, to sustain my deep love and bonding for the cup that cheers. “What do you have when you return from your morning walk?” I ask my friends. “Gallons of water!” says John. “Yeah water replenishes the sweat you’ve lost,” says another, “and you?”
“My morning coffee!” I sigh. Very often during the walk I’m joined by friends and neighbors laughing, joking and talking about events that have happened the day before on matters pertaining to football, cricket, politics or other stuff men love to chatter about. I become a little quiet after awhile and suddenly group whispers and looks at me, “Bob?” they ask, “working on your next piece?” I smile and say nothing.
How do you tell this bunch of warm, friendly good natured fellows that you’re just waiting to leave their company, that all their banter and jesting cannot replace the temptress waiting at home!
Sizzling hot, seductively sweet, whose aroma you sniff in anticipation, taste buds drooling with longing. Ah my morning cup of coffee! Not a day can I live without her. I remember years ago as a bachelor I had to make a choice between her and another, prettier and more shapely. “What do you love the most?” she asked. “My coffee!” I said and did I see disappointment in her adoring eyes. “I make good tea!” “Tea?” Our friendship never went farther and sometimes when I do think of choice I made I pat myself and whisper there was no choice at all was there? And yet one day I walked away from my coffee. Milan airport a few years ago: “What will you have sir?” asked busy waitress as I sat alone. “Coffee!” I said. “Which coffee?” she asked and threw menu on my table and hurried away.
“Which coffee!” I stared at the card. There was Caffe Latte! Espresso! Caffe Macha! there was Breve and Café Cito! And there was Granita!” I sighed as the card stared mockingly back at me, “Choose!” it said, “choose between us!” I couldn’t. How could I be disloyal to any one of them. The waitress came back, “Have you chosen?” she asked. “Tea..!” I said weakly, and glanced away from mocking card.
—Email: bobsbanter@gmail.com
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