It’s difficult to function with out my daily cup of coffee. It’s probably something I should give-up for Lent next year. However, I suspect my non-Caffeinated attitude could be considred a work hazard.
My mom introduced me to coffee drinking. She mixed-up hot coco and coffee as part of my breakfast, before I had to hit the rink around 5:00 AM. I refuse to consider early coffee drinking could have contributed to my vertically challenged height. I’m actually at a an average height in comparison to the rest of my family.
Mark helped kick-up my coffee palate. He introduced me to the wonder of freshly grounded coffee beans. Now I can’t imagine making coffee with out popping beans into our grinder. Our first dates involved a lot of cafe hopping, from Berkeley to San Francisco and beyond. I remember pouring over a new book at a cafe in Mill Valley – after hiking around Mt. Tam.
Over the last few years, my coffee preference moved from sweet beans to milder, brighter and more complex flavors.
This blogger had a nice description on coffee addiction and I think it applies to me.
After working 6 months at Starbucks, I appreciated no-hassle customers and other coffee consumers who had their own ordering quirks. This barista offers up tips on how to be a good Starbucks customer.