When I was little, I didn’t grow up in a household that drank coffee. My mother was more likely to drink iced tea or put a kettle on the stove to steep blueberry tea than she was to put on a pot of coffee. Which is why, it seems odd to me that for Christmas I asked for a Keurig and I have at least one cup a day. My grandparents, on the other hand, were the only ones I really knew who drank coffee. My grandfather would pour his into a to-go mug so he could take laps around the campground (they owned it), mow the lawn, or open up the pool for guests in the summer. It wasn’t until I was in college that it was more prominent. Long hours in the library, late nights studying, attempting to wake up on a Sunday morning. You get the point. It was there. But at that point, it was coffee drowned in sugar and cream so people could stomach the bitter taste of cafeteria-brewed sludge (no offense SMC). Even when we went to Dunkin Donuts, the cups were in a film of sugar or the coffee was consumed in the […]