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I have a confession to make.
I didn’t drink coffee until it became hip.

That’s right, people. No coffee. Until I was 40.

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I used to love the smell of coffee – my parents drank it daily.  Mom drank it black, dad added a little milk.  The memories of their coffee breath stay with me still.  But when I tasted it? Horrible.

And then someone opened up a coffee shop in Seattle and named it after a long-lost relative of mine from Nantucket, and I was hooked.  You know how you will always remember where you were when the big milestones of life happened?  That’s how it is with me and coffee.  I remember vividly the day I drank coffee and LIKED it.  I mean, I REALLY liked it.  When a little storefront coffee shop called Starbucks opened in my town, my friend casually said to me, “Have you had a frapuccino yet?”  Well, not even knowing what a capuccino was,  I of course said no.  So she bought me one for my birthday.  I was turning 40 that week

I remember thinking, “what have these people done to coffee?”  I mean, it tasted – so – good.  That was 14 years ago, and I’ve never looked back.  But I still wasn’t a coffee consumer at home.  And then someone else decided that offering flavored creamers in the grocery store would be a good idea. I cautiously brought home some french vanilla creamer one day, dug out the Mr. Coffee we’d had for 20 years and only used a few times a year when company came over, and poured myself a cup of hot steamy feel good sweet smelling java.  I took the bait and was all in… hook, line and sinker.

So, on this occasion of International Coffee Day, I salute not the coffee – but all those who made it possible for me to finally drink it.

What’s your favorite coffee drink?