Coffee is really important to me. Not just because I couldn’t live without it, but because of its roots in Ethiopia and its significance to the Ethiopian culture.
I’ll be giving away
a Tassimo T20 coffee maker. It’s a sponsored giveaway–so a big thanks to Bosch for the product. I haven’t received mine yet, but I’m looking forward to it and I promise to review it honestly–I don’t mess around with coffee.
Here’s how this contest is gonna work. Share your favorite coffee tradition or story. If you don’t drink coffee, don’t fret, share your tea story with me (the machine makes tea too). Post you story in the comments of this post. The contest will run until December 24th at 11pm. I will use random.org to select the winner. The winner will be announced on Christmas Day and then Tassimo will send you your brewer.
Good luck and happy coffee drinking…
Embracing Imperfection 
I don’t drink coffee either, but coffee still means a lot to me. Our new son is from the region where most of the Ethiopian coffee is grown. It has been affected by a horrible drought in the past few years, which has created a true orphan crisis. It makes me so sad that these children can’t grow up in this beautiful part of the world, but I want to do whatever I can to make sure he knows and understands about it. I am staring at my phone all day long waiting for the call to tell me when I am going to go there, and hopefully visit the village where he is from.
So that is my coffee story.
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I never used to like coffee. But when I was in high school, there was this boy… and he loved coffee. I decided to offer up my taste buds and pretend that I liked it to get his attention (give me a break – I was 16!) and started to drink coffee so we would have something in common (I know… but again – I was 16!). Now, 14 years later, we’ve been married for almost 10 years and I can say that I’ve honestly taken to coffee for real (love, love, love it!)… and I’m still completely in love with that boy.
.-= Karey´s last blog ..Stuff I love and not so much =-.
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I love good coffee and love even more relaxing w/ a cup of coffee w/o the kids. I used to stop in a little coffee shop after I would drop the kids off at preschool. They got to know me over the year and it was kind of my own little secret. My husband and I had a meeting at the school during the day so I convinced him we should stop for a quick cup of coffee before he headed back to work.When we walked in the whole place turned and said Hi Tracy!He went back to work and said it was like Norm at Cheers. 7 year later I still get teased at his work about my secret coffee stops.
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So my dad was always a coffee drinker, but never at home. For years, I thought coffee was something very special and difficult to make at home because my dad would go each morning (even on holidays!) to the corner store to have his daily cuppa. Never a Starbucks kind of guy, he preferred his coffee from the 7-11, and later, from the Lil’ Champ. When my dad died in May, people who knew him from his years standing around the corner store came to his funeral.
.-= paige´s last blog ..let it snow- let it snow- let it snow…ww =-.
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How am I supposed to compete with Karey?!!! 🙂
Anyways, my story is about tea, my mother deals with anxiety, so bad that she has ended up in the emergency room. I know I could barely believe it when I got the phone call.
Herbal teas are her remedy of choice. It works really well for her.
.-= Analytical Eye´s last blog ..“Starved” Cat in FL – Update =-.
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I did not drink coffee until probably 15-16 yrs ago when I joined Weight Watchers it was the only other drink besides water and tea that didn’t have calories. At the time it really helped when I wanted a soda. I enjoy drinking coffee with my girlfriends. There is something about coffee that seems so relaxing even though it could make you a bit anxious at the same time. Flavored coffee is yummy.
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Ok so I used to be the only one that drank coffee at my house. When the recession hit, I couldn’t afford starbucks every morning so I bought a 2 cup coffee maker and because of the amazing aroma the coffee spreads in my house, my mum now loves coffee to!
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Well, I love coffee! I think my fav memory would be a tie between participating in a traditional Ethiopian coffee ceremony & eating the ripe berries off coffee plants on the family ranch in El Salvador (both of course followed by savoring a fabulous cup of coffee or two)!
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When I was little, every Saturday morning my grandma and I would sit around her table and she would make me hot chocolate and and she’d have coffee. She always said that it was our special time together. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. Something so simple, but such a wonderful memory to have of my grandma.
.-= NIKKI PAULZINE´s last blog ..Baby E update =-.
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