I am not sure that obsession is the correct word, but I do LOVE coffee. Not the boring grocery store type, like Folgers or Maxwell House, but the darker, richer and yes, more expensive type.
I am totally addicted to Starbucks. I have tried many other brands, but keep coming back to Starbucks. Many of the others make a French, Espresso and Dark Roast, but none have come close.
Currently I am trying to limit my spending and therefore, am not frequenting my local coffee shop as much. I do buy the Starbucks K-cups to brew at home. I enjoy them, but nothing beats a Venti Latte, in my books.
As a kid and even through my teenage years, I did not like coffee. I liked tea. My mother was a coffee lover and made her coffee in the old percolators that you essentially boiled the grounds on the stove and then strained them. This was in the 60s and early 70s before the invention of Mr. Coffee. My first husband used to call this “Cowboy Coffee”, as it reminded him of the old cowboy movies where you saw them all sitting around the fire and making their very strong coffee.
So I guess my love of coffee must be genetic, or just something I grew into. I started drinking coffee once I started working in an office setting, back in the days of powdered creamer, which we now know is horribly unhealthy. I can drink coffee at any time of the day of night. Even before bedtime and it doesn’t keep me awake.
I was introduced to Starbucks, before it became a household name with a coffee shop in every neighborhood. Again, it was at work, where coffee is a staple. I worked as an Office Manager at an internet startup company in the early 90s. Our President/CEO had been a fighter pilot and was stationed in Seattle for a time, where he was introduced to Starbucks. Being a start-up company, everyone worked long hours, sometimes pulling all-nighters, so good, strong coffee was in demand. At the President’s request, I ordered Starbucks by mail order to supply the office, as this was the only way to get any in the Pittsburgh area at that time and that was all he would drink. So I guess I need to blame or thank him for getting me hooked as well.
When I am stressed or sad or just need a pick-me-up, I crave a cup of coffee which makes it all good again in my world.