I have a confession to make. There’s something about me that you should all know. Something that makes me different from most people. When I share my secret, most are appalled. Prepare yourself: you’ve been warned.
I don’t drink coffee. (The shock, the horror)
There, I said it. It’s out there and I’m not taking it back. I have never been a fan of the black nectar. It just hasn’t appealed to me. The only way I can even stomach the stuff is if it’s “a dessert”, according to my husband. Yes, I can only drink it if it’s got all kinds of other stuff in it that practically drown out the flavor of the coffee bean.
I am surrounded by people who can’t get enough of the stuff. From family to colleagues. It’s everywhere. You should see the mob of people who leave my office to head across the street to Starbucks. It’s epic. My husband recently converted. By recently I mean, when we became parents. Coincidence? I think not. Not long after we had our son, Gevalia was delivering a coffee maker and boxes of coffee to our door. Interesting timing, don’t you think?
I know people who NEED to smell coffee first thing in the morning to get their day going. I smell it in the morning and it does nothing for me. I’d prefer to smell some turkey bacon or tea or a nice waffle. Coffee, not so much. I think I can trace my dislike of coffee back to my childhood. (Mom, stop reading now) My mom used to drink her coffee… wait for it… black!!! Just add water and stir! I had the nerve to taste it and ACK!!! WTH!!!! Why on earth was she drinking this stuff. It’s like poison!!! So all you coffee lovers, blame her, she ruined me!
Any other non-coffee drinkers out there or are you all feigning for your next cup as you read this?