I Admit It: I Like Coffee
I was talking with an acquaintance about coffee. He gave up caffeine three years ago, after having gone back to it for a time. He says he doesn’t miss it, but I for one, suspect I would really miss my coffee.
A friend and co-worker not only doesn’t drink anything with caffeine, he also doesn’t drink anything carbonated.
Now, you’re going to criticize me, my mother or both of us, but I remember drinking coffee at the age of five.
It was only about a half cup, and I suspect I didn’t drink it black (I still don’t), but there I was at the kids’ table, a five-year-old with a cup of coffee. I had been with my mother at her women’s group meeting at church.
These days, as someone who has spent more than 40 years in broadcasting, I still rely on my cup of Joe and like it. Of course, part of my using coffee as a crutch probably has to do with getting up at 3 a.m. five days a week.
You heard right: 3 a.m., five days a week.
My poor body clock has never really adjusted, nearly 30 years after I started working the early shift.
I know someday my coffee jag could come back and bite me.
So in the meantime, I’ll have a medium coffee with cream. Nothing fancy, no cappuccino or latte. Just coffee with cream.