Coffee, Coffee, Coffee

     Much can be said about coffee, and much can be said about the lack of coffee.  Mainly, many people, such as myself, drink coffee, especially one cup in the morning. 
     I learned in school that coffee originated in Arabia, and that the cows were eating the beans and getting hyper.  It is hard for me to imagine a hyper cow, all jacked up on caffeine, but they say that that was how they figured out that it was edible, but that it would give you a jolt of energy.
     Edgar Casey, the renowned psychic from Virginia, who died years ago, said that coffee was good for you, as long as you drank it black. 
     Over the years, especially back in the eighties, when I was young, I have met many people who thought coffee was really bad, like a drug, and that included my ex-husband, so we did not drink coffee until I changed that rule.  In California, I used to sneak out for a cappuccino, because my ex forbade me to drink coffee.  I was tired, because I had a toddler, worked, and life in Los Angeles can make you feel lousy, especially when the smog was bad, back in those days.

     After a life of making drip coffee, making coffee in a French press, etc., I started drinking instant when I went to stay at a friend's house, who does not drink or keep coffee around.  I found that I like Nescafe.
     Although coffee is definitely common in Europe, if you go to India or South America, they just have Nescafe, and coffee drinking is less common. 
     Of course, at five star hotels anywhere, you can get any coffee you want, but not in general, such as people's homes and restaurants. 
     Some yoga retreats did not used to have coffee on the menu, such as Kripalu in the Berkshires.  My yoga teacher studied there, and said that if you got a headache, they had a secret stash.
     Well, enough said about coffee for today.