I’m a coffee drinker. Addict is more like it. I can consume up to 5 mugs…MUGS…a day of brew on any given day. And I’m not picky. As long as I get some caffeine going in my system, I’m pretty much good to go.

This affliction started at a very early age. My Lola used to allow me to dip my cream cheese sandwiches in her cup of coffee to give it a sweet, bitter, and salty flavor. I absolutely loved it. Sometimes I would even have our helper make me a cup just for dunking my sandwiches. I wouldn’t drink it though. There was this belief going around that kids who drank coffee wouldn’t grow up. So no drinking.

The drinking came in at around college time. And it was because of a damn accounting course. It was my first class every Tuesday and Thursday. It was so boring that I would literally fall asleep in class. So to remedy this I learned how to drink coffee. And I started hardcore. Black as hell. No sugar. No cream. A habit I continue to enjoy today.

Today I like variety. I like instant. I like Starbucks….Tall Cafe Latte’ Nonfat No Syrup One Splenda! I like home grown Barako…especially when paired up with a grilled Ensaymada. And most of all, I like it freshly brewed in my 3 cup French press. Yum yum!!

So excuse me, I need to get myself a MUG.