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I like me some coffee.
My relationship with coffee has been a dynamic one over the years. In college, I loved it. I loved it sweetened. I loved it cold. I loved it hot. I loved it as a Reese's frappe. (I really miss my college coffee shop!) I can almost smell that frappe. But by the time I graduated and spent some time away from "free" coffee I felt that swiping a plastic card that had my money connected to it was just not the same as swiping my student I.D. We were on a break. I'd have the occasional small cup at home (usually with some French Vanilla creamer. Would you like some coffee with that creamer?)

Then a funny thing happened. I got engaged, and a few days before the wedding, my lovely aunt and cousins from Holland flew in. The girls stayed at my sister's house with us and on several of the mornings we asked them if they wanted coffee. Being the hip foreign girls they are they said yes and I asked them what they wanted in it. They said, "black is fine". Wow! Gutsy. Or normal I suppose. So, I decided to try it a few times over the following weeks and surprisingly, I kind of liked it! Okay, so I had it with a little sugar. I remember an especially good cup when we came back from our Honeymoon and were opening gifts on our living room floor.

So for the past couple of months I have had a hankering for coffee fairly regularly - more often in the past few weeks. Last week my heart said yes to coffee but my tummy said please stop!I listened to that until the next morning. Chris wanted some before work so I had to support him in his decision. Now I'm exploring the flavors I like post-college. I have found that I really like Starbucks' Cafe Mocha with soy. Ever since I found out I have a bit of an aversion to dairy, I try to be better about having coffee with soy. It's pretty tasty.

Right now, I am waiting for my freshly brewed coffee to get cold in the fridge so I can attempt to make a frappe. I'll let you know how it goes. Here's hoping!