i have this thing with coffee. it has some kind of luring powers that convince me i want it. i'm not sure what it is--the smell, the richness, oh wait--the sugar and cream (always a bonus). maybe, because it seems to be the perfect craving fix late in the afternoon. maybe because it's so extremely social. i know way more coffee drinkers then tea, and how many tea houses are around compared to coffee houses? exactly. whatever it is, i can't exactly put my finger on it.
so for years (yes, years) i make a cup of coffee oh, about two to three times a week. my family knows the routine well and are on standby ready to take over when i abort my mission. because nine times out of ten i will take a couple of sips, maybe even four, and suddenly i'm jerked back into my reality--i am, and always will be, a tea drinker.
yesterday hannah was the one who gave my abandoned cup some self respect and enjoyed it completely. it was spared the humiliating end of being poured down the sink. oh i do enjoy a hot mocha on occasion, (but see here, in that case chocolate has been added and chocolate is a mighty powerful convincer) and when it's hot out i've been spotted drinking an iced coffee all the way down to the bottom.
but give me a good strong cup of black tea, some raw sugar and a generous splash of cream and i will be completely satisfied and comforted--ten times out of ten.
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tell me, am i the only one with this crazy coffee relationship? what's your choice, the black stuff or the leafy stuff?
