Here's a discussion for everyone, sparked by a recent conversation.
When you love coffee, you LOVE coffee. You couldn't imagine a day without it. It gets you going in the morning and keeps you awake during the day. For others (like me), it comforts the soul. But how did it all begin? How did you first try it?
I was maybe six years old. My mother and grandmother would have coffee after dinner when we went to visit. I wanted some too, to be like a grown-up. My grandmother fixed me a little with cream and sugar and served it in a fancy bone china cup with saucer. (Physicians don't recommend children under 12 years old to consume caffeine, so in no way do I condone this.)
It began as a treat, and I don't remember how old I was when I started drinking it regularly, but it was sometime in my early teens. Now I have a couple cups every morning. It is soothing for me, like a warm fuzzy blanket fresh from the dryer.
I love it in the morning when I'm writing, I've loved it on the beach, in the mountains, and in the car on long road trips. Like a Dr. Seuss poem, I've enjoyed coffee pretty much everywhere. It's a part of my life.