
I have a love-love relationship with coffee. There have been phases in my life when coffee was my only friend, seeing me through late-night bar exam cram sessions (I’ve taken and passed three of those cursed things, so there have been a good many of those nights). Other times, like when I was expecting my babies, even though I swore off caffeine altogether, I still gazed longingly at frothy cups of cappuccino, taking deep, drowning breaths of that rich aroma that can be mistaken for nothing else. The hubby feels the same way. One of his ultimate love songs to me happens in the smallest way, when every morning during my “coffee’s on” phases he greets me with a freshly-made cappuccino.




