Resetting my relationship with coffee

I love coffee, surprising none of you. Drinking coffee is one of the joys of my life. I love the smell of it roasting, when opening a fresh bag of beans, and after grinding it in the morning. It is unlike any other flavour, and tastes great. I love the ritual of preparing it, and the scientific exploration of chasing that perfect cup. I drink it unadorned as an espresso, and in the occasional frothy cappuccino with that light dusting of chocolate powder. I love cold brew, and hot Americanos. I grew up loving kopi-o kosong in my adopted homes in Singapore and Malaysia, and have recently had the joy of experiencing so many different brew styles it in Vietnam. Egg coffee! Coffee shops are my sanctuaries. They’re where I get most of my creative work done. For an introvert, the ability to sit with people but focus on my own tasks feels wonderful. I’ve joked that if I met my demise tomorrow, that a “funeral” really should just be a gathering of close family and friends at a coffee shop. I…

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