In our house coffee is king. It rules the roost. It is by all things that keeps our marriage going. No, I am not being over melodramatic – I’m being realistic.

We can consume a pot of coffee by the time we have left the house in the morning. If the coffeemaker isn’t working – I’d better have a functioning one ready by the next morning. Which is why we finally bought a Keurig a few years ago.

The search for the perfect coffee pot and beans became an obsession some years ago when I discovered whole beans and a coffee grinder. Then I learned of coffeemakers that combined the grinder with their drip brewers. Then a company said, ‘let’s store half a pound of beans at the top’. Now, another company said, ‘we’ll see you a half pound and raise you the ability to grind and brew a single cup!’ SOLD!

Ahhh! Such sweet harmony in our house these days! Not to mention that wonderful aroma…

Now, it does not escape me, dear readers that my husband still claims ignorance about technology and therefore can’t use the new coffeepot (or the previous two). For him in his increasing years, (hey, I call ‘em like I see ‘em) his ignorance is bliss and in truth he is technologically challenged – just asked our son. This is the other reason the Keurig becomes indispensible. He can make his own coffee went the pot goes dry.

I am still the one who makes the coffee every morning and that is why I stake claim for us being married for thirty five years this November. It is due to the perfection, the holiness of our morning coffee and the time we spend at the start of our day sipping our brew and watching the news.

Our new coffee pot, a Breville, has the bells and whistles as I call them, but when I actually got to grind the travel mug size of coffee right into mug and rush off to writers group last week, I caught myself doing a little jig on the way to car.

With all this talk of coffee, I think it’s time for a cup…