I was never really a coffee person until I had children. I loved the smell, but I had to put all kinds of sugar and creamer into it to make it drinkable for me. And it made me nervous and jittery since I wasn't used to it.Lately however, this has all changed. I have developed a love for pure, unadulterated, black coffee. It has to be pretty good quality, since there is nothing to hide flaws in bare naked black coffee. But I finally consider myself a coffee drinker. And I have to admit I love when I am asked the inevitable question "cream or sugar?". I look the waitress in the eye, squint, and say in my best Clint Eastwood voice: "Black." Everyone in the room looks to see who the masochist is.
That's because nobody drinks black coffee in America anymore. In fact, much of what passes for coffee now is really a 650-calorie warm coffee-flavored milkshake.
Caramel? Chocolate? Nuts? Whipped cream? In COFFEE? I don't think so.
No, count me among the few purists carrying the torch of ages past, when coffee was coffee and a caramel sundae was...well...dessert.
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That brought tears to my eyes. Here's to black coffee.
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