Sweet and Blonde
No, I'm not talking about myself. The blonde isn't real and let's face it, sweet hasn't been an adjective that's been used to describe me very often. I could be talking about my children....but actually, I'm talking about my coffee. I'm sort of a coffee -snob. Not because I demand the finest beans, hand - picked on some far away mountain top, or because I use some fancy French contraption to press the beans and steam the milk (because I don't! ) but I am uber picky about how it tastes....some may say I'm a lightweight. I like it sweet and creamy. A little coffee with my cream and sugar. Just like momma used to make it for me when I was twelve years old. Drinking coffee at a public place is always cause for another fun round of "How Many Cream and Sugar Packets Will it Take?" Today is was 5 creamers and 8 sugar packets. it wasn't great, but I was in desperate need of caffeine. Right now I'm wishing I had...