Your first cup of coffee
- emglow101 Aug 31, 2012 10:10 PM
I would say I was around thirteen years old. I would stay overnight at my freinds house. In the morning a breakfast of eggs and toast with that instant cup of Tasters Choice..... The memories. Still love my coffee.
I got my first "cup" probably at that same age...
drip coffee with lots of milk and sugar in a bowl (french style)
I still drink coffee the same way most of the time
Probably 8-9 if not younger. It was mostly milk and probably very little instant coffee. My grandmother would make it for us for our breakfast when I spent the night at her house.
We would have toast and coffee in the kitchen, sit on low chairs and use the open oven door for a table.
I don't remember how old I would have been, but i distinctly remember it was grade 6, on an overnight field trip with school, one of my friends lived in a very liberal house and he was already drinking coffee at that time. I lied and said I did too, so one night we went down to the vending machine and each got a coffee. Clearly not the best quality coffee I could have had, but still a vivid experience and it instantly got me hooked.
I don't have a clear memory of the first time I had a cup, although I remember being a kid, liking the smell of hot coffee that the adults would be drinking, and being told that I wouldn't be able to consume it until I was "older." I imagine I was 13 or 14 the first time I had it (I think I was 16 the first time my father let me have a cold beer after I mowed the grass one hot summer morning; I think it was his idea of a "rite of passage" into adulthood; I did too). Wasn't necessarily crazy about the taste of the coffee, but I loved the physical effect of the caffeine (I always drank it black--- still do). For awhile...especially during college days...I drank way too much coffee, but have lessened my consumption of it to a considerable extent. I still find 2 or 3 cups in the morning necessary to get my "engine" started, but try to consume nothing else with caffeine in it for the rest of what remains in the day. One cup more than I'm used to now can change my mood from upbeat and energetic to shaky and jittery.
Growing up, I loved stealing sips and smells of my mom's coffee with vanilla creamer on the way to school in the morning. I was 18 when I had my first cup of black, watery coffee out of a styrofoam cup that I convinced myself tasted good. In college, i bought my first mini coffee machine and started experimenting with all sorts of different types and flavors. And now I am nothing less than a coffee addict. I love it with cream in the morning and black throughout the rest of the day. If i wasn't so impatient in the morning, I would use my french press every day!
We kids got a spoon of coffee in our milk sometimes as a treat, but my first full cup was at our very good local café. I was maybe 14, and when I learned that I could sit there and read all evening for a nickel I was hooked. Of course it did not help much in the sleep department. It was good coffee, too. After that I'd sometimes ask for coffee at weekend breakfast, and it was given to me without much comment.