A cuppa Joe helps start the day. 😀
Long before coffee and I discovered a mutual affinity for one another, I took an occasional cup during winter months to warm my hands when working on Navy aircraft in Brunswick, Maine. I wore gloves, the heavy, woolen kind, but some of the more tedious maintenance jobs required bare fingers for intricate work. My fingers froze fast in the sub-zero temperatures, and numbed to the point that I could barely flex them. They never quite turned blue, but a hot cup of coffee held between my hands made them feel better right away. I loved the aroma of coffee, but never acquired the taste to drink more than a few sips.
That changed when my folks visited me one year. Lifelong coffee drinkers, I knew they would expect coffee when they woke in the morning. I procured the necessary implements and ingredients, and proudly displayed the results of my thoughtfulness on…
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