I come from a family of coffee drinkers. We lived on a dairy farm, and my folks both worked at the factory in town. This meant Mama got up at 4 a.m. and put the coffee on. I suppose that early morning caffeine helped them face the day.

Andy and Barney needed morning coffee to face the wild and woolly town of Mayberry.

She made another pot before they left for work and filled two Thermos bottles. When they returned home, she’d make another pot. Those two people drank coffee right up until bedtime.  After retirement, that coffee maker was going all day. My brother, sister, aunts, uncles, cousins, and all our friends drank the stuff as if it sustained life.

I do not like coffee. This little anomaly in my genes nearly got my name blacked out of the family Bible.

At some point, about ten years ago, someone offered me a cappuccino. I took it to be polite. I tasted it. It was like hot chocolate, not coffee, and I loved it. I later learned, after I ordered cappuccino at a restaurant, that what I’d been given was likely not a cappuccino but a mocha drink.  HOWEVER, I learned from that little experience that coffee can be quite good if it’s sweet enough, milky enough, and has some chocolate added. At this point, I love coffee, but only when prepared my special way that removes all taste of coffee itself. I guess you could say I embrace it, but at arm’s length. Call me crazy, if you will. I have a couple of big cups of this stuff every day.

And, to the keeper of the family Bible, you may now add my name back into it.

(for a humorous, short video about coffee, you might want to watch this one, created by Gordon Bonnet https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VH3wrqvk3vI )

Embracing Coffee at Arm’s Length
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