I don’t drink coffee, and rarely drink tea. Caffeine and I don’t really get along, and I think coffee tastes bitter.
My mother drinks coffee, and tea. My father drinks tea.
One morning I got up before my mother did, and decided to make her a pot of coffee because of Folgers commercials, and wanting to be nice. I think I was 7 at the time. I thought that one scoop of coffee grounds = one cup of coffee, and the coffee maker clearly said that it made 12 cups of coffee.
My mother wandered into the kitchen smelling fresh coffee and prematurely thanked me for making coffee for her. She added the cream and sugar that she always did, and took a sip. Her eyes shot wide open, and she sat the cup on the counter before asking me how much coffee grounds I had added to that pot.
Apparently she only used 1.5 scoops of grounds, so I accidentally made something akin to cappuccino, except not. All I know is that because she taught me how to make coffee properly, I can still make a good pot of coffee for all the coffee zombies in my life, and my ADD wakes me up earlier than anyone that drinks the stuff.
It’s an important skill to have, even if you don’t drink it. Actually, a coffee maker was one of the first things my parents made sure I had when I left home. Even though I didn’t drink coffee at the time, it’s common enough to be an important amenity.
Of course now I’m addicted and the one thing I no longer have is a drip coffeemaker. However I have a variety of k-cups you can use at any time, some cold brew in the fridge, or a couple choices I can make in my French press
I thought that women drank tea and men drank coffee, because that was what my mum and dad did.
My mom still drinks tea
How deep does the rabbit hole go?
Double rainbow deep
I don’t drink coffee, and rarely drink tea. Caffeine and I don’t really get along, and I think coffee tastes bitter.
My mother drinks coffee, and tea. My father drinks tea.
One morning I got up before my mother did, and decided to make her a pot of coffee because of Folgers commercials, and wanting to be nice. I think I was 7 at the time. I thought that one scoop of coffee grounds = one cup of coffee, and the coffee maker clearly said that it made 12 cups of coffee.
My mother wandered into the kitchen smelling fresh coffee and prematurely thanked me for making coffee for her. She added the cream and sugar that she always did, and took a sip. Her eyes shot wide open, and she sat the cup on the counter before asking me how much coffee grounds I had added to that pot.
Apparently she only used 1.5 scoops of grounds, so I accidentally made something akin to cappuccino, except not. All I know is that because she taught me how to make coffee properly, I can still make a good pot of coffee for all the coffee zombies in my life, and my ADD wakes me up earlier than anyone that drinks the stuff.
It’s an important skill to have, even if you don’t drink it. Actually, a coffee maker was one of the first things my parents made sure I had when I left home. Even though I didn’t drink coffee at the time, it’s common enough to be an important amenity.
Of course now I’m addicted and the one thing I no longer have is a drip coffeemaker. However I have a variety of k-cups you can use at any time, some cold brew in the fridge, or a couple choices I can make in my French press