Alright, I'll start. Well, come second. But mines better! (damn you Jester!)
How I fell in love with Coffee.
Now, I was just a young boy, embarking on his teenage years through life. We'd gotten a computer recently and games of course. Now, it was the weekend and the parents were out for the weekend, so I decided 'Lets stay up all night playing games.' Now, I'd heard about this coffee, rumour had it it was good stuff but I, being my shy and apprehensive self, was nervous. There she sat, in the kitchen waiting for me to go over and brew a cuppa. She waited, pretty much all night while I hammered away at the Shivan fighters and generally had a great time. Enter morning, I've just POUNDED the Shivans great destroyer into oblivion, a hard nights work. Now my mind turns to other pursuits. I still have something called a Sleeping pattern at this point, and I don't want to lose it.
So, I nervously make my way over, turn the kettle on, get out a cup, put in some milk, sugar and now I'm up to the coffee. I prise open her lid ever so delicately, reverantly putting it down on the table. I pick up the spoon (This is a different spoon, the sugar has its own spoon! The luxury!) and cautiously plunge it into her black grainy depths, delicately lifting out the caffinated goodness. I've heard the effect she can have, but I'm pooped! A full, laden spoon will be my breakfast drink...except I was snacking all night so it's not really breakfast...I pour that on top of the milk, the Kettle starts whistling, obviously excited by my nervous movements, the perv. I go over, get the kettle and pour in the hot water, combining the coffee, sugar and milk with itself to make the glorious drink known as coffee.
I stir it around, letting the grains fully disperse among the pale white goodness, eventually turning the light brown we all know is the colour of ambrosia. I remove the spoon, sucking it clean before flinging it to the sink, where it can rest after its caffinated embrace. Taking the mug delicately in both hands, I hope that it's not too hot and gently sip from the mug, no the Chalice, for any container of such a beverage could be nothing less. From there on in I know that coffee is the one for me while I delicately sip the coffees hotness into myself.