One man's roller coaster history with coffee:
"I like coffee so much that I have tea for breakfast: The first cup of the day in particular is so good that I’m afraid I won’t be able to properly appreciate it when I am half-asleep. Therefore, I celebrate it two hours later when I am fully conscious".
"I like coffee so much that I have tea for breakfast: The first cup of the day in particular is so good that I’m afraid I won’t be able to properly appreciate it when I am half-asleep. Therefore, I celebrate it two hours later when I am fully conscious".
clipped from niemann.blogs.nytimes.com
I must have been 5 when I first discovered the taste of coffee, when I was accidentally given a scoop of coffee ice cream. I was inconsolable: how could grown-ups ruin something as wonderful as ice cream with something as disgusting as coffee? When I was 10 I still hated coffee, but fell in love with the ritual of making coffee At 17 I still suffered from coffee schizophrenia: I loved the concept of coffee, but resented the taste When I was 21 I would brew a gigantic pot of coffee around 9 a.m. to help us get through the day I was focused less on taste and more on quantity and price My inner accountant quickly convinced me to buy one of those little espresso machines
I order large coffees, but stop drinking when the coffee gets too cold Hot milk greatly improves the taste of coffee When you are craving a beer coffee is the most disgusting my personal choice: drip coffee with steamed milk |