Coffee Chronicles is be a series of posts about, well, coffee. Here’s part 1.
The first time I willingly tried a cup of coffee was on a sleepy morning in the early days of my college internship. The area between HR and the main entrance had a widely used coffee machine where I had been trying hot cocoa and tea to give me a kick. But the hot cocoa wasn’t doing it and the Desi in me didn’t click with tea that wasn’t boiled in milk. It was time to consider another elixir.
Admittedly, I wasn’t too eager to drink the dark brown-black liquid. The smell isn’t very kid-friendly so I never grew up too fond of the idea. But the drowsiness was getting to be too much. I needed something. So I dared to ingest what a hundred million Americans (nearly one third the population) drink everyday in one way, shape, or form: a cup of coffee.
Success, the hot liquid worked! I was wide awake and ready to audit payroll processes.
But the taste was hard to swallow, all puns intended. It was everything I feared it to be: bold, brute, and bitter. It needed some help. Read more »