For as far back as I can remember, I have loved coffee.
Even when I was a child and didn't actually like it, I loved it. I can remember the stolen sips from my grandmother's cup tasting bitter, sharp and harsh, being so disappointed that her declaration that I was "going to develop a taste for it" never seemed like it was going to happen. At the time, I didn't understand why this taste-for-it thing was taking so long. Of course, she meant it would happen once I was grown, but with fingers crossed, I tried her coffee daily during my stays with her, hoping each day would be the day when I would miraculously love her acrid brew as much as she did.
