Like millions of other Americans, I love my daily coffee. Every morning, I rise at 6:30. I drink two cups, and after that, no more until the following morning. I prefer using a French press. When I am too lazy to perform the small rituals necessary to enjoy French press coffee, I use the Mr. Coffee machine that I hauled down in my suitcase on one of my many pilgrimages to the lands of the north. I fill the reservoir with water, add dry grounds, and turn it on. I always add warm skim milk with extra calcium, and a liberal amount of sugar. Calories don't count until after 7:00 am at the earliest.
My coffee of preference is El Copan, from northern Honduras. Sometimes, I switch to El Indio for variety. Actually it's because I am lazy, and I don't want to travel a few extra miles for the better brand as the supermarket closest to my house does not sell El Copan. It's a pity, as it's the best, in my opinion, in Honduras.
It's National Coffee Day in the land yonder to the north, in Gringolandia. Coffeehouses across the United States will offer free cups of joe today. If you are there, you should go, as your cup can cost you upwards of $4.00 most days in the United States. We don't need free coffee as a promotion once a year in Honduras. The supermarket almost always has free coffee of superior-tasting coffee in displays in the aisles. The swanky chain of shops in Honduras, Americano Espresso, sells coffee that will rival any coffee boutique in the States for about a dollar. Or, you can buy a pound for 2 or 3 dollars in the supermarket, depending on what type you prefer.
I wrote this short ode to coffee while I drank my sanctioned two cups of coffee. If I drink more, I tend to have trouble with sleeping at night. The cup is now empty, so I must end my tribute. Drink up!