![]() Plus, if I didn’t slurp, I could drink it with a spoon. ![]() It was more like coffee flavored milk, but it was warm, in a coffee cup, and I got to sit at the table and listen to the grown ups talk. And on most occassions I would be granted my request. On these Sunday mornings, I would beg for a cup of coffee. I wonder if each couple always drank their coffee alike or if one conformed to the other. Grandma and Grandpa took theirs black, while mom and dad took theirs with a splash of milk. On Sunday mornings, after church, grandma and grandpa would come by for a visit and a cup of coffee. I have loved coffee since I was a small kiddo – which makes me think that the old wives tail about coffee stunting one’s growth is, well spot on. But if you are like me, coffee is essential each and every day(as are cookies!) Not because you need the jolt of caffeine to get you going in the morning or through the dreaded afternoon lagbut because you truly enjoy the flavor.
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