Yep, I said it. Screw coffee. I’m giving up coffee. Painful decisions. I got ill last week, a stomach bug whose ass I’m still struggling to kick. At first I stuck on a brave face, soldiered on, kept calm, carried on and all that bullshit. However, the stiff upper lip approach to personal health simply resulted in further pain and discomfort, by Thursday last week I felt like food was my sworn enemy. Particularly noticeable …
The Ritual of Coffee
Today, I’m looking at the habits and rituals which make up my world of food and drink. Studying the behaviours and activities which I engage in and how they effect my mood, my day and those around me. I’m talking about the things that hold greater existential meaning than their mere outcome would suggest. First in line being the ritual of making coffee. Demonic Worship. The word ritual conjures up haunting, demonic imagery, because it …