Is there such a thing as Easter coffee? I don’t really know but what I am sure of is the memory I have as a high school girl living with my parents. Every year, when Easter came around, we would wake up at 4:30 in the morning so that we could attend the Sunrise Service at our local church. Me, the perennial night owl, waking up before the sun is way up in the sky? Well, yeah. I had no choice and actually, I got to enjoy it. Besides, it was not like I had to do it everyday.
One of the best things about it was the part after the service – when everyone would have breakfast together and the aroma of coffee would permeate the air. Even right now, I can still smell that aroma…as you can imagine we were just a small group, yes I grew up in a little town.
Going down memory lane like this, I realize that it is more than coffee that I am thinking about. It is about memories that resurface with such a strength at the oddest moments. Here I was, thinking of what to post for today when suddenly, out of nowhere, the smell of the coffee beside me brings back a rush of memories. Interesting, huh?
How about you? What kinds of memories do you associate with your brew?
Originally posted on March 13, 2008 @ 6:49 pm