However, when we were little, every afternoon there was always nap time. And when the little kids went down for their naps, the adults got to play...cards! They would play hand and foot and drink coffee while the kids napped. This particular visit, I was old enough not to have to take a nap and old enough to play hand and foot. (You have to understand how exciting this was for me!!!) As the cards were being dealt and the cups of coffee were being poured, I remember asking if I could have a cup of coffee too. I was told (probably by my mom, hi mom!) that if I was going to have coffee, I couldn't put any sugar in it, I had to drink it black.
OK, pause for a second. You know how flavored coffee smells amazing, but does not really taste like it smells, right?!? Well, picture 9 year old me smelling the wonderful smell of french vanilla flavored coffee and then taking a sip...blah, yuck!
I remember thinking it tasted horrible, but I want to be like the other grown ups, so I drank that whole cup of coffee. And I did it with a smile, because that was the grown up thing to do (can you tell that I am stubborn!). Anyway, after that day, I am sure it was a loooooong time before I had coffee again. It must have been college when I started drinking it on a daily basis in the morning, and even in the dead hot steamy middle of summer, I still love to sip on a good cup of coffee in the morning. Decaf or regular, it is a part of my morning, usually sitting next to my journal and Bible.
Currently my favorites are:
and when I can get my hands on it, I love a cup of LaSalle Street Coffee.