I like coffee. Especially the dark roast variety. No cream or sugar. If I order it at Starbucks, it’s a “Venti half-caff”. If I make it at home, it’s Dunkin Donut’s French Roast.
My relationship with coffee started a long time ago when I was a camp counselor in the mountains of North Carolina near Asheville. The counselors gathered every morning before breakfast to hear the day’s events. It was always cold, even in the summer, and I would pour a cup of coffee just to let the steam float up to my face. It would warm me up instantly. After a few weeks of this, I decided it smelled pretty good and I might as well taste it. I did. The rest is history… [Read more…]