How I Became to be a Coffee Addict like Lorelai Gilmore
I admit, I once (a long long time ago) struggled to absolutely NOT resort to having an unhealthy addiction to the caffeinated beverage known as COFFEE.
I come from a long line of coffee drinkers, my grandparents never missed a coffee-filled morning and neither do most of my aunts/uncles and cousins. So, of course my parents were on the coffee-train during my childhood years. I remember waking up for school just as my dad had left to go to work (he had not yet retired from the Air Force), and there it was, sitting high on the kitchen counter, his already-cold-cup of coffee. I took a sip, liked it, and would promptly drink the rest (later, my dad learned of this and bought a thermos so even when he still left it, I couldn’t drink it).
Strangely enough, I grew up thinking coffee was strictly an adult-thing (like cigarettes and alcohol) though there is not a set age one has to be in order to order coffee from Starbucks. So why can’t kids have coffee? I never did get a straight answer, nor as an adult, could I give one to my 8 year old nephew if he asked me.
Today, at the age of 27, I have successfully had at least 9 cups of coffee per week since 2012 (the year I moved out and thus declared myself an adult). I actually don’t even own a coffee maker, though I keep secretly eyeing a purple one in the store I work at. My boyfriend has a water heater, so I buy the instant coffee, which is just as good, and make my delicious coffee that way with extra sugar, and hazelnut creamer. I did find that for cold coffee, I do prefer the french vanilla flavored creamer.
This post also may be three hours past #NationalCoffeeDay but still, here it is.
I did buy myself a Starbucks pumpkin spice frappiccino and also made myself at home, five cups of instant hazelnut coffee.
To all my favorite coffee drinkers,
Keep drinking and keep living life (with coffee)!!
Amanda B Hansen