I’m a big fan of coffee for several reasons. A few of these are:

1. It helps me do the walking and talking and forming coherent sentences thing.
2. It’s a good source of warmth on a frigid winter’s day.
3. Coffee is a bean, and beans go in salads, so it’s kinda like drinking a salad every day.
4. I feel more adult when I drink coffee.
5. There’s almost nothing like the feeling you get when that first gulp of coffee hits your soul.
6. Coffee = not sleeping on the job = not getting fired for sleeping on the job =  more money to buy more coffee.

I’m not a coffee purist, one of those people who drink their coffee black as midnight with only the teensiest bit of sugar. I often say that I like my coffee well-disguised with lots of creamer and sugar. In other words, I like it a latte.

I’ve discovered that if I’m forced to drink coffee as is, I do better with a light roast– along the lines of Starbucks’ vanilla blonde roast.

I like the saying that goes something like this: I think 75% of my personality was just coffee. All it takes is that one cup, and all your problems seem a whole lot more solve-able.

I also like tea, but that’s probably best left for another day when I’m less sleepy.