I have loved coffee for as long as I can remember. The smell, the taste, the consistency of the liquid, the cup. As a little kid I recall asking for (and getting) a splash of coffee added to my glass of milk. Mmm. Now it is the reverse, a splash of milk goes in a cup of coffee. It’s funny to stop and look at an activity that you do every day.
Fill the kettle/Boil the water/grind the coffee beans/get the filter cone and thermos (or coffee pot) and put on counter/fold the edges down on the paper filter + fit it into the cone/add ground beans from grinder/wipe out remaining grinds stuck in bottom of grinder with finger (think: “one of these days I will buy one of those special little brushes made specifically for wiping out coffee grinder”)/retrieve kettle and slowly pour enough water over grounds to wet them/return kettle to stove and turn flame down to low/rinse off coffee grounds from finger/pour more water over coffee grounds/wait for it to seep through/pour more water/wait/pour coffee into cup/add a little milk/sip. Every single day. I love coffee.