“Ah ~~~” is all I can think about such a satisfying thing. With my face poised over the un-brewed coffee inside the fat blue container, I inhale and think to myself, “Maxwell House, you’ve still got it.” It doesn’t take me long to assemble the prerequisite items I’ll need in order to turn a few scoops, along with cold water and the help of my Mr. Coffee Machine, into a dark liquid that will drip into the waiting pot below.
I grab two mugs from the cupboard and set them gently onto the 12″ X 18″ marble slab I use whenever I roll out dough, cool chocolate, or need somewhere to place a hot dish from the stove or oven. As soon as these two surfaces touch, I hear the soft clinking sound that tells me I have succeeded.
About a year ago, I found an antique hand-painted china sugar bowl. I usually have it filled with those tiny sugar cubes, but today it is three-quarters full of loose sugar. Taking a spoon I add a little of the white stuff to each cup. The coffee pot is making early morning gurgling noises and the pot is getting pretty full. Not much longer to wait. I add a heaping spoonful of Coffee Mate in with the sugar. Now all I need do is wait patiently for three beeps, which will announce that the machine is done. I mentally thank Mr. Coffee as I pour piping hot liquid into the waiting vessels.
We sometimes allow ourselves one of those Bailey’s Original Irish Creamers, from the dairy section. I add some of the thick cream to our coffee and stir. Lifting the mug appreciatively to my lips I cautiously take a sip. I take another sip and my whole mouth is content to savor the delicious combinations of flavors. Wakey – Wakey for my brain. Moving carefully, I carry Joe’s mug whilst I climb the stairs. Waking him up to taste this delicious coffee is nice. I tell him he can go back to sleep after he enjoys how good it is. We smile at one another and I got a great big hug. It’s gonna be a good Sunday.