A cup of coffee on a rainy day, works wonders for the soul.
My love for coffee began, oh some 40 odd years ago...
I had my first sampling of this devilish brew when I was only 4 or 5 years old! I remember a visit to a nearby 'kopitiam' (local coffee shop) not that far off from where I lived. My father always frequented this 'kopitiam' whenever he craved for locally-brewed coffee, along with 'kaya' on toasted white bread.
I always wondered why his face seemed to brighten, more and more... with a rapturous smile, whenever he had taken a sip from this steaming cup. The cup seemed magical to me ... and as I looked around me, all the patrons of the 'kopitiam' seemed to have inherited this smile. One by one, they had walked in with sour faces; and one by one, their faces took on this silly smile - after they had their first sip!
I too, wanted in... on the action!
My father sensed my keen interest, and allowed me to tape a sip from an old little teaspoon.
WOW!
How best shall I describe the intense, indescribable, unbelievable ... scent, odour, taste, feelings ... that overcame and overpowered my senses, my very soul?
I was hooked to the scent and allure of coffee.
We never told my mother of my first foray into the coffee world.
But she must have guessed it, or smelt it!
It must have been the smile on my face!
That silly, rapturous smile!
Cheers to coffee!
