Editors Write: Craving III

Forum Magazine is proud to present to you our third installment of “Editors Write,” this time from our very own Gary Baker, who wears a lot of hats at our publication; he’s currently Forum’s Business and Fundraising Manager, Events Coordinator, Visual Arts Reader and Forum Literary Club President.

This piece was inspired by the prompt “craving.”  Please take a look, and always feel free to post your own work in the comments section below, or send it to submissions@forumccsf.org, subject heading “Writing Prompt Wednesday.”  Thanks, and enjoy!

Strong Black Coffee

There are very few mornings when my parents didn’t have coffee. My mother would sip her’s while she made breakfast. My dad would generally take his in a thermos to go. I was always mesmerized by coffee. This dark brown liquid that started every day.  It wasn’t as dangerous or as adult as alcohol, but it had its own mysterious allure.

I was drawn to it from a very young and it started to replace my hot chocolate around the age of eight or nine.  For me it was love at first sip.  I did not need excessive amounts of cream and sugar.  Black was fine and I wasn’t put off by its bitterness.  To me it was pure bliss.

Coffee is not food and Coffee is not something you drink when you’re thirsty. Coffee is not made, coffee is brewed. Coffee is an aroma, it’s the buzz, it’s the experience.

Coffee is a first date. Coffee is a study partner.  Coffee is a business meeting.

Now it’s really become a physical addiction, if for some reason I don’t have coffee in the morning, I go through mild caffeine withdrawals and headaches ensue.  But Coffee is all around me.  So prevalent and pervasive that I very rarely find myself desperate for a cup.

However on mornings where I’ve had the foresight the night before to set my coffee machine on automatic brew,  as the smell waifs through my apartment and into my bedroom. It’s on those mornings,  just as I begin to wake up, that aroma reminds me, even if just for those few brief moments before my first cup, there is nothing for which I have a more passionate or intense craving.

 

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