I Like My Sugar with Coffee & Cream

I would not call myself a coffee drinker. I’m really not into labels. I don’t call myself a “gamer” or a “drummer” either – I play games and I play drums. Though, in the case of coffee, I literally don’t drink coffee (literally being used in the colloquial sense as I do, in fact, drink coffee on occasion). It’s not that I don’t like coffee, I actually like it quite a bit – I just didn’t drink it with any regularity . . . (dramatic ellipsis) . . . until now.

My answer to the question “how do you take it?” has always been “black” (my joke answer of  “with a grain of salt” generally results in strange looks and an even stranger beverage). While black coffee is still my preferred form (unless it’s shit coffee), I’ve recently discovered that, much to the surprise of no one, coffee with sugar and cream is delicious.

I came upon this realization not but a fortnight and a half ago (3 weeks). Since then I’ve had coffee nearly every day (alternating between black and tan), and it’s been quite a ride.

I really have nothing more to say on the matter. The lack of interest that I’m assuming the general public has on my coffee habits is not entirely lost on me. Hence — fin.

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