In defense of my vice: not-quite-cowboy coffee

Dark.

Sinfully strong.

 

Meal break for teamsters and horses

Dark.

Sinfully strong.

A wakeup in a whiff.

While my Grandpa took it “black, like the cowboys”, I must insist upon a creamy caramel for the gentle morning arousal it brings to my senses.

Even my progeny can quote me after the first anticipated sip of each day:

“aaaahhhhh….”

And while I did quit this addiction for each of four pregancies, it would catch me napping soon after, and I was back on the chuck-wagon again.

With a little cream, Grandpa, just a little cream, please.

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