The reason that this is a confession is that I'm a Latter-day Saint, (one a 'dem "Mormons") and we Do Not Believe in Drinking Coffee.
I've never touched the stuff (except for that one incident where my roommate Heidi and I divulged into a carton of Ben & Jerry's coffee ice cream - "it's only flavored, it doesn't really have coffee in it" - only to be awake half the night, finally to find the telltale COFFEE listed on the ingredients. I didn't take the sacrament that week) but I know if I wasn't Mormon my teeth would be stained brown. I've been known to duck into perfume shops just to sniff at those little coffee grounds they provide.
Oh, that tantalizing aroma! As a rule, you must smell coffee with your eyes closed and a slow, spreading smile - I learned that from the commercials. It helps to tilt your head back, too. Of course, this sniffing stance causes problems when I drive past a coffee factory - common in Brazil, Land of Cafe. "Eyes on the road" business, and all.
Coffee to me means traveling with my grandma. My mom's mom and I would travel together every summer. We went all over the place - Michigan's copper country, Grand Canyon, Arizona, Interlochen, boating, camping. Every morning I'd wake up to that forbidden fragrance and breathe in and out til my lungs burned. I'd sneak glances at her sipping her morning cuppa and ENVY. She'd always wink at me, but never tried to get me to taste some - she respected me.
My grandma was awesome.
After breakfast we'd pile into her turquoise station wagon and plan out the day's route. I was in charge of the map - something I took pride in. We'd munch on cheese and crackers with mustard and talk about everything from boys and fashion to manners and ancestry.
My grandma has never been old. She holds all the mystique of a real lady - so lovely, so composed. Vivicious and full of tangy spunk. Her house looks like a magazine show home - but still comfortable enough to kick off your shoes and have a real visit. She accessorizes. She's up-to-date on all the news and knows everything. She's traveled everywhere, and to me she is the definition of cultured. And best of all, she loves me.
I'm gonna go write my grandma. And maybe buy some coffee flavored candles.