No matter where I go, I know I can depend on coffee being there at some point. I know I get to have that magic potion made with beans and hot water that perks (pun intended) me right up and gets me going.

I don’t pretend to be a purist when it comes to coffee. I usually add my fair share of creamer and/or sugar. The day you see me drinking my coffee black, you know that a) I’ve been taken over by one of those alien pods, b) it’s my evil twin, or c) I fell down and hit my head and no longer know who or where I am.

But yes, I love my coffee. Or as you purists might call it, my coffee-flavored sugar milk, it’s fantastic.