A Love-Hate Relationship
My long-term partner thinks he is the champion of making coffee. Absolutely, the best, his coffee delivers a nirvana experience every morning. He’s a coffee artist. When we started dating almost 10 years ago, he wooed me with his amazing coffee, freshly made each morning. With cinnamon sprinkles on top.
His coffee suuuuucks. It’s bad. So bad, I sip on it for a few minutes, let it get cold, and dump it down the sink. My partner used to smoke a lot (about 3 years free of it now) and he’s always had a massive sweet tooth. He puts so much sugar in the coffee that the bottom of it is a clear, melted, grainy crust. He adds so many spices on top that it literally feels like drinking sand. Sometimes the layer of spice is so thick, you can barely see the liquid surface underneath it. And it’s so overwhelmingly sweet, you can’t taste the coffee at all.
But it’s so heartwarming when he delivers it to my desk, specially made just for me.
This is the first time I’ve admitted this to anyone. I hate his coffee. I will take this secret to my grave.