Believe it or not, I didn’t have my first cup of coffee until I was in my mid-40’s.
Both my parents were coffee drinkers; Dad took cream and Mom liked it black. So, I was raised with it in the house. Still, I never drank it. It always tasted bitter.
Mother always bought Maxwell House coffee in the big 5 pound tins; already ground. I always looked forward to a freshly opened can. I’d rush over and ask to take a sniff. It was always best on the first sniff. I’d inhale it very slowly and savor the smell of what I later learned to be the effects of roasting the beans. Still, I never drank it.
Years later, Starbucks or no Starbucks, I credit my husband for turning me on to coffee. You see, he would put sugar in his. I had no idea what a difference sugar could make. He doctored my first cup of coffee with cream and sugar (which I quickly converted to Splenda to save calories as my consumption increased) to create his own version of a latte. Let me tell you non-coffee drinking virgins out there in on a little secret — when coffee is properly doctored up, it tastes like hot cocoa; and that is a very good thing.