I was curious about whaty parents were drinking. My mother made coffee in a saucepan with freshly-ground bean. Some of the grounds made it into the mug, so they left a little at the.bottom. I took a sip. I tasted the milk, the sugar, and the cacophony of dark, bitter flavours which was the coffee. I drained the mug and got a mouthful of coffee grounds. I did not repeat that mistake. A few days later I told my mother I had been drinking the dregs and asked if I could have my own mug. She looked surprised, but agreed. And that's how I started drinking coffee at age 2.
There is a story about shepherds watching their goats eat coffee beans (berries) and how the goats would hop around playfully after. I don't know if it's true, but I hope it's true. ❤
I remember hearing this years ago when I was staying at a hotel. I truly thought about this exact podcast this morning when I made coffee… now it is a short! Wow! The timing, lol.
No judgement but coffee should be brown, not black 🤭 hopefully there is some room for reform the taste on quality coffee hehehe greetings from a coffee enthusiast from Peru.
How do I 'take' my coffee? Well firstly I pay for it, I don't 'take' it, and once it's legally mine I then pick it up and walk away.
Intramuscular injection is the way to go.
Amen!! Park it right there! 😂 ☕️
Amen
What a romantic story 💓
Funny. I was drinking black coffee as I watched this, no sugar.
I gotta wonder who the genius who grounded up wheat added eggs, butter and sugar to make cake often.
Your dad also hit your mom
I drink my coffee black but it’s not a flex lmao
Driving a car or wearing clothes, wool stolen from a sheep is not a problem
I was curious about whaty parents were drinking. My mother made coffee in a saucepan with freshly-ground bean. Some of the grounds made it into the mug, so they left a little at the.bottom. I took a sip. I tasted the milk, the sugar, and the cacophony of dark, bitter flavours which was the coffee. I drained the mug and got a mouthful of coffee grounds. I did not repeat that mistake.
A few days later I told my mother I had been drinking the dregs and asked if I could have my own mug. She looked surprised, but agreed. And that's how I started drinking coffee at age 2.
me think he mistaken his god for his dad 🎃
I wonder if he eats his potatoes raw!
God does not make coffee black. He makes it green. We make it black–or brown–with our Roasting machines.
I like mine Hot black and nasty just like my women. 😂 my buddy likes his women like he likes his truck…Big, wide, & black. LoL
I like my coffee the way I like my woman, skin a color mocha, with a whole lot of sweetness.
Sadly a drug like any other. Now a moldy drug.
I eat meat the way God meant it, RAW.
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Does that analogy help point out how much sense his comment makes?
What an I… …di… …ot
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Adding water to coffee isn't a problem?
Ok we get it, you enjoy coffee.
There is a story about shepherds watching their goats eat coffee beans (berries) and how the goats would hop around playfully after. I don't know if it's true, but I hope it's true. ❤
I remember hearing this years ago when I was staying at a hotel. I truly thought about this exact podcast this morning when I made coffee… now it is a short! Wow! The timing, lol.
"I hate when people enjoy things"
Okay boomer.
Your dad got you hooked on drugs…
No judgement but coffee should be brown, not black 🤭 hopefully there is some room for reform the taste on quality coffee hehehe greetings from a coffee enthusiast from Peru.