addictive love
 
2005-08-12: addictive love

I have to admit something here. I have a second love. Well…a first, really because I met this particular love before I met my husband. Long before I met him – that makes it okay, doesn’t it? Its not as though I slink around, cheating on him with this love, either. Actually he knows all about this affair. Actually he’s supportive of it; to a certain degree, anyway. When I start getting too into this love he does try to pull me back a bit – knowing that too much of a good thing can be bad for me.

I’ve written about this love before…it’s dark, mysterious, gorgeousness that I simply cannot live without. I’ve tried a few times actually to give it up and succeeded for a few months at a time, but it always calls me back, tempting me with it’s deep, penetrating essence.

Coffee. It’s a vice, I know. And an addiction too. And it’s probably very bad for me, considering I already have high blood pressure, but I can’t help it…I have to have it. And it doesn’t end at just a cup in the morning at work, oh no. It continues onto things like ice cream, cookies and cakes. It continues into savory items as well with coffee-marinated steak and coffee-infused beer. The ways to feed my desires are literally never-ending, I’m afraid.

So when Ronald suggested coffee to me as a theme ingredient for this month’s SHF I had to agree…and a coffee infused pound cake was the luscious result from my kitchen today. Surprisingly it went perfectly with a steaming cup of hot coffee. Yum.