I am an addict, a coffee addict, have been for years. I love the look of coffee, the smell, the ritual of morning coffee. I admire the accouterments of making coffee: cups, saucers, mugs, coffee makers of all designs, and the endless array of coffee products. The coffee section is one of my favorite sections of the grocery and a coffee SHOP; well, I am speechless... I blame my early years, of course. As a youngster, I was weaned on coffee. We didn't have JUICE or MILK as a breakfast drink. Coffee was the drink of choice, the only choice. That or water, I suppose. It was a given. Coffee was a staple of life, like bread. The blame does not rest entirely upon formative years. I am an accountable adult with volition. I could go clean. I could... yeah...
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