I was a proud non-coffee drinker. I didn’t need it to "get me going" in the morning and, anyway, it was bitter. I was content with tea and secretly enjoyed saying, “I don’t drink coffee,” whenever it was offered to me.
Someone kind and generous, as well as ignorant regarding my non-coffee status, surprised me with a Tim Hortons’ iced cappuccino two summers ago. We were watching our children at a playground and it tipped over leaving me with only a few sips, a taste sufficient for me to see it was good.
A few weeks later I was enduring one of my many lethargic mornings when I thought, there’s no harm in sampling a small iced capp. I consumed the entire thing, got a major buzz, then said, “WooOOOoooo! So this is why people drink coffee!”
In the course of two years I graduated from periodical iced capps to english toffee cappuccinos to french vanilla ones, and by the beginning of this month I was ordering an extra small at the drive thru about three times per week.
Then it happened. On Friday after a slow and rough morning with two children (Tamara’s day off from school), I really wanted my extra small french vanilla cappuccino. But I really didn’t want to herd the cats (er, I mean children) into my golden chariot.
So, here is my big news:
I brewed my very own regular coffee with our shiny black Cuisinart. It smelled divine. And it wasn’t too bitter for me, seeing as though I added a gigantic dollop of honey.