2 Replies to “Hello, black coffee in the morning”

  1. Gives me the same memories. Papa grew up on a farm where putting anything in your coffee "was for the women." Then he went to the navy where he just didn't have time to try adding anything (and made fun of plenty of seamen who did).

    Whenever I have black coffee, I'm reminded what it's like on the farm, which usually makes me want to spit it out. #CityBoy

  2. The smell of black coffee is so intrinsically tied to memories of my grandfather that I can't smell it without also smelling cigarettes (and he stopped smoking when I was about 10 years old). Memory is weird.

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