Anyone who knows my parents knows that they love coffee. Like, they are really into it. They were really into coffee long before it was cool to be into coffee. For as long as I can remember my parents have been coffee drinkers. I've been late to music lessons and church events because they were making a latte. We've gone miles out of our way on road trips so that they could find a cup of coffee that was NOT from a gas station. They've exhausted at least four espresso machines that I can remember. Every morning starts with a pot of coffee. Every mid-morning they make a latte. Every family gathering ends with a pot of decaf.
When I was around 12 years old my mom started making me little lattes. They were mostly steamed milk with a little shot of espresso, and that was when I started drinking coffee.
Now, years later, I can credit all my coffee preferences to my parents. I like dark roasts. I like half and half in my coffee. I like my espresso to have good crema. I like my lattes really hot and made with whole milk. I buy whole coffee and grind it myself. I love coffee.
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