Ah, Saturday mornings. That sweet, elusive slice of the week where the alarm clock is just an ornamental piece, and I get to revel in the joy of doing absolutely nothing—or everything—depending on how the mood strikes. Today, it’s all about savoring the nectar of the gods: coffee.
Now, I’m not talking about your run-of-the-mill, basic brew. Oh no. I’m talking about a cold brew coffee, loaded with ice cubes, a generous splash of cream, and a drizzle of liquid cane sugar that makes me question every life choice that doesn’t involve this exact beverage. It’s the kind of coffee that makes you feel like you can conquer the world—or at least your ever-growing list of things to binge-watch.
The Ritual of Coffee
There’s something almost sacred about the way I prepare my coffee. It’s my morning ritual, my moment of zen before the chaos of the day begins. The cold brew, smooth and bold, trickles into my glass, ice cubes clinking like a symphony.
The cream swirls in, creating a mesmerizing dance of white and brown, and finally, the liquid cane sugar, the pièce de résistance, adds that perfect touch of sweetness without the gritty aftermath of granulated sugar. Perfection in a glass.
Coffee and Contemplation
Sipping my liquid gold, I ponder the mysteries of the universe, like why people still drink instant coffee or how I’ve managed to avoid strangling any of my neighbors despite their bizarre habits. Luckily, living on the top floor of my small apartment building spares me from the obnoxious symphony of lawnmowers.
Instead, I get to enjoy a quieter, albeit occasionally nosy, start to my day. The caffeine kicks in, and I feel a surge of creativity and motivation—at least for the next 30 minutes before I’m distracted by a cat video or an unexpected urge to reorganize my bookshelf.
The Perfect Start
This morning is different. It’s one of those rare instances where everything feels just right. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping (but not annoyingly so), and my cats, Midnight and Shadow, are in an unusually good mood, which means they’ve refrained from knocking over my meticulously arranged knick-knacks—for now.
I settle into my favorite spot by the window, coffee in hand, and bask in the simple pleasure of a peaceful morning. It’s these little moments that make the daily grind bearable. That, and the thought of my next coffee break.
The Inevitable Downside
Of course, not every morning is this idyllic. There are days when I wake up to the sound of my neighbor’s overly enthusiastic singing in the shower or their kids running amok in the hallway. But today, I’m choosing to focus on the positives. Like the fact that my coffee is perfect, my cats are behaving, and I don’t have to deal with the soul-sucking void of customer service until Monday.
Snarky Reflections
As I finish my coffee, I reflect on how something as simple as a well-made beverage can set the tone for the entire day. It’s like a hug in a mug, but with a caffeine kick. And while I may have to eventually face the reality of adulting—like doing laundry or pretending to care about my fitness goals—right now, in this moment, everything is just right.
So here’s to cold brew coffee and the little joys it brings. May your Saturdays be filled with perfect brews, peaceful moments, and the satisfaction of knowing that, at least for now, you’ve got life figured out. Or at the very least, you’ve got a damn good cup of coffee.
Stay caffeinated and snarky,
~ Rita 🖤