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.
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?