You go into a coffee shop (the kind where everyone wears trendy glasses and has tattoos), order a non-fat sugar-free iced vanilla late, and the guy behind the counter is like:
And everyone in the coffee shop looks at you like:
So the barista has a serious talk with you, and gets you started with a cup of coffee (probably their favorite single origin they roasted the day before). You’ve never tasted coffee like this so, you’re like:
Now, every time someone wants to go to the coffee shop you’re like:
Soon you’re brewing great coffee at home. You’re drinking coffee all the time, maybe somedays a little too much:
You experiment with different brewing methods and coffees, perfecting your skills. Finally, you are a coffee master, and you’re like:
Now, every time you hear someone order a non-fat sugar-free iced vanilla latte you’re like:
Oh, how the coffee tables have turned.
What was your road to your coffee love like? Let’s talk coffee!
Before I went off to college when I was younger, my Mom gave me a small bag of whole bean locally roasted coffee and a new single serving french press. Never looked back since, and I cringe every time I see someone slugging down a xxxl hazelnut vanilla sugar/cream concoction they serve.