I like nothing more than to stop and smell coffee brewing. I love walking into a coffee house and enjoy a nice hot cup of black joe. It matters not what the temperature or time of day it is. It is all good. It is also amazing how few of us Black coffee drinkers are left.
It seems that everyone in line at a coffee house before me and after me always orders some fancy specialty drink. Something with a 1/2 twist of something or a shot of something else. Black Eyes, Red Eyes, Frappuccino's, cappuccino's, and the list continues.
What about liking coffee because of the taste of the bean? Can such a substance be palatable?
It brings me back to 1990 as a new police officer in Los Angeles. I suppose I developed and learned to like the taste of the harshest, most burnt, and boiled over and over coffee with out any add ons.
So every time I smell it now, or drink it, it is a reminder when things were much more simpler. Even just in the recent past, circa 1990, things were not moving as fast. Kind of nice to have lived in a time when phone calls did not have to be returned immediately. Or at least those calls were not expected to be returned immediately.
CONNOR with HONOR