As if I needed proof coffee loves me as much as I love it...

I love coffee. A hot cup of really strong coffee is at the top of my daily to do list, and that first sip of the first cup of coffee is pure, steamy, brown joy. I thought my love of coffee was strictly one sided; I mean, what do I really have to offer coffee that it can't just get from one of its millions of supplicants and adorers? I am just one gullet, one container for the roasted goodness. Well, a few days ago, coffee surprised me by showing me that yes, indeed, it loves me drinking it as much as I do:

(Pictured above: the grounds from my Keurig coffee maker trying to get fresh with me)