I invented Starbucks as a kid. Okay, not really, but I wonder if I could’ve. Back in the 1980s, before gourmet cafes became all the rage, I liked to mix up elaborate coffee drinks. Sometimes I wonder, if I had been older, would I have founded a major coffee shop chain? Probably not, but its still fun to pretend.
I drank coffee from a young age. Very young. I can’t remember the first time I tried it, but I remember enjoying it. Of course, it wasn’t my parents who gave me coffee as a child. They were too responsible for that. No, it was my grandparents who got me hooked. I have fond memories of sitting at their kitchen table, with my grandma baking cookies and my grandpa smoking a cigarette and complaining about the weather. I liked sitting there making concoctions out of coffee, chocolate syrup and ice cream. (My mother claims that I once mixed coffee and root beer, but I don’t remember that.) My tone spent with my grandparents gave me a true appreciation for coffee. Not just for the flavor of the drink, but for the routine and ritual of coffee. It’s an appreciation I hold dear to this day, even if I didn’t make a million dollars selling elaborate coffee concoctions