I grew up disliking its taste.
It was bitter and not satisfying.
I used to go to coffee shops hoping to like what i ordered but would leave the cup mostly full.
Truth be told, coffee shops were (and still are) more about conversation than coffee.
Then I married Joel.
Each morning, he wanted a hot cup of fresh, black coffee.
Black. Like no cream or sugar.
I started to try and share this with him in the mornings...
I would have the occasional cup.
Since having both boys, the occasional cup turned into the 'near obsession' I now have for coffee.
So much so that if I had to choose coffee or a meal, hands down, I will pick coffee.
Joel picked up on my obsession recently
He purchased this love present from Sur la Table (one of my favorite culinary stops)
Isn't it SO pretty?