Why do I Love coffee?

It started when I was eight years old.

My mom taught me how to make coffee for her, and in the process, I fell head over heels for the stuff. That first sip? Pure magic. The strong smell of heated beans filling the air, the rhythmic drip of the coffee maker drumming against the ever-filling pot, and that dark brown liquid gold in a warm cup pressed against my cold little hands. It was heaven.

Like most kids, I started with what was basically a coffee-flavored milkshake—all sugar, all cream. Over the years, I evolved. First, I ditched the cream and went sugar-only. Then I went full black coffee warrior mode. These days? I've mellowed out a bit. A little cream, a little sugar. Call it wisdom, call it weakness—I call it perfect.

My Coffee Ritual Today

I'm a pour-over guy now. Two cups in the morning (and do not talk to me before I've had both), one after lunch, and one or two espressos after dinner. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, and no, I sleep just fine, thank you very much.

The Best Coffee Memory

High school. My friends and I would skip class and camp out at a local restaurant with a bottomless pot of coffee. We'd sit there for hours, refilling our cups, solving the world's problems, and probably annoying the hell out of the waitstaff. Those were the days when coffee wasn't just a drink—it was freedom in a cup.

I've been drinking coffee now for 37 years, and I have absolutely no plans to stop. Coffee isn't just a beverage for me—it's a ritual, a comfort, a necessity. It's the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I enjoy before bed.

So yeah, I love coffee. And if you're reading this, chances are you do too.

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