I’ve started drinking!

The cold, snowy winter finally drove this woman to drink. After not drinking for 52 years, the frigid winter months broke me down, and I found drinking not only enjoyable, but necessary! (Did I mention that I was talking about coffee?)

Over the years people have been surprised when I have politely responded with a “No thank-you” to their offer of a steaming cup of coffee. I don’t know why I never developed a taste for coffee, because both of my parents were avid coffee drinkers, and so is almost every other adult I know.

One stark, gray morning this winter, however, my husband commented that he would love it if I would drink a cup of coffee with him in the mornings. I couldn’t really figure out a good reason not to, so I said “Yes!” I did, however, decide that if I was going to drink coffee, I was going to drink it black, and never taste it with the “good stuff” in it. I started drinking the bitter brew in little sips, a few swallows at a time, and within a few weeks I found myself enjoying that warm cup of coffee in the morning.

Unfortunately, I have discovered that not all coffee is the same. I have developed a taste for Starbuck’s Pike’s Blend and Panera’s Hazelnut. I’ve also discovered that coffee in a cute little coffee cup is much better than coffee in a plain mug.

What is your favorite coffee and what is your favorite tradition surrounding your cup of coffee? Why do you drink coffee?