When I was in Iowa for the first time, one of the people I was visiting pointed out that for every Church there were a couple of bars – so if there were three ( pick your church ) you would find three bars close in the vicinity.
Of course I believed what she told me because in the French Quarter there is the Saint Louis Cathedral and about a zillion places around it where you can stop in for a drink.
I am from Seattle and in Seattle the ratio is for every bar, church, parking lot is that there will be about 20 places where you can buy coffee. Seattle is a coffee town. It’s suburbs are the same- this entire state is jacked up on caffeine.
Its in our DNA.
Of course there are some people who do not partake for different reasons and I am one of those people.
I have never liked coffee because I hate anything that tastes bitter- I don’t even smoke for the same reason. I don’t like the taste. That’s no mystery. It’s just a taste bud issue.
The mystery then, is how a woman born in Seattle and raised around Seattle can ruin coffee by just standing next to it.
It’s like I release some kind of hormone or chemical from my blood stream that attacks the coffee beans or ground coffee.. I’m like a Virus that attacks coffee. It’s weird, but true.
Now when my family comes over, they make nice chit chat and then they wince and ask me, ” so, did you make any coffee?”
I reassure them that I have not touched the coffee, the coffee maker or any of the extras that they like to add to their cups and like a shot they are off to the kitchen to make the coffee themselves.
So there you have it WordPress Daily Prompt-my epic kitchen fail that keeps on failing no matter what I do. But it’s a great Epic fail because it’s a funny one, so when I get the chance.
I make coffee.