Some local folks provided the school with some pretty fancy coffee as a thank you for serving the community. It looked like a Starbucks in the teachers' lounge. So I decided to give this coffee thing a shot.
It's not the first time I've gotten it into my head to try coffee. Mom attempted to train me up as a coffee drinker when I was a kid. It didn't take. I always assumed I would learn to like coffee as a part of my college education. That didn't happen either.
Around the time I turned 30, I decided it was time to give coffee another chance. My thinking was that I was really an adult at that point. Time to drink a grown up beverage. I went so far as to buy my own coffee pot. I had it in my kitchen up until the time I moved back to Virginia. I never once turned it on.
That brings us back to this morning. I couldn't say no to the set up that lay before me. So I grabbed a cup and filled it with the coffee that I was told was not as strong as the others available. Knowing I couldn't possibly drink it black, I mixed in sugar, cream, and vanilla flavoring. All those extras just didn't help. It still tasted, as one friend put it, like dirt water.
|But how could I pass all that up?|