Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Tastes of Tuesday

As I sit and listen to the rain pounding down around the house, sipping at my coffee, I can't help but think "coffee sure is delicious."  Maybe this isn't the epiphany that you expected, but bear with my confused tastebuds a moment.  For the past seven months, things that ought to taste good haven't always and things that I don't generally care for have made the grocery list more than they ever have before.

It's so wonderful to enjoy a cup of coffee.  Don't worry, I won't finish it.  The tastebuds aren't quite back to being on my team yet.  The steady rain is music to my ears as I relax into the week.  Not really time for that though.  I should already be getting ready for choir.

It amuses me how coffee, delightful happy blackest brew, can polarize people taste wise.  I remember a jolly occasion where a good friend of mine, let's call her "Terra", accidently grabbed my black coffee instead of her apple cider.

I'm sure you can imagine the rest.


  1. Hiya Hon! I knew the love of the flavour of coffee would return eventually! Don't worry, soon you'll be able to finish one cup!

    Poor "Terra" and her coffee rather than cider--what a bitter mistake!

    Hugs, love and baby-pats! (nice blog)

  2. I have it on good authority that "Terra" did not find that an enjoyable experience.

  3. Please tell of somethings that made it onto the list that don't usually!

    oh! and is that really your baby belly in the profile picture?! Cute! More of that too please! xx

  4. Poor you, liking coffee again. No, I don't really mean that. You're not you without that love of coffee. Poor "Terra". Ick to drinking coffee when you don't like it!

  5. oh wow you are really getting into this blogging! You write really well Rebecca it's been lovely to read your posts so far! x

  6. Thank you Effie and Lauren.

    I'm glad that you know "Terra" Terra.

    That really is my belly, Rachel. It was at 26 1/2 weeks.

    Coffee is splendid Naomi. You will know this one day.

  7. We had a similar experience once when Adam mistook my plain (ie espresso and milk with extra espresso) latte for his caramel macchiato. At least one of us was amused that day.