I like coffee...well, let's tell the truth. I LOVE coffee. I can drink it just before bed and sleep all night long. I can drink it hot and hotter. I can put it in a cup of half milk and half coffee with some cocoa mix. YUMMY
When I was little my dad always told me that if I drank coffee my feet would turn black. But then he gave in and in one of his thin china cups we would put about 1 ounce of coffee and fill the cup with milk. I thought I was a big girl. Drinking coffee. He also did that with the younger brothers too. I don't know about the older brother as he is 4 years older than me.
And my mom liked iced coffee. I remember. I don't remember much about my much younger years, but what I do remember always has a traumatic aspect about it.
Well anyway, mom was sitting out in her redwood chaise with a GLASS of coffee. I don't remember any other time seeing her with something like that. Before or after this particular day. I half way climbed into her lap and asked for a drink. She let me sip.
EWWWWW. What is that---I yelled. That stuff is bad. Not good. AWFUL.
Oh how we have to eat our words. And now I am. I was a terrible kid. I can only remember ever saying things that were hurtful.
So right now ----I apologize mom. I know now why you drank that iced coffee.
It is AMAZING!!!!
And it's even better with cream.