So yesterday my ten year old daughter and I were bantering back and forth about coffee. After I said that coffee smells good, she stated that coffee smells bitter. So then my response was that coffee tastes bitter. So my point being, since winter has been (unofficially) upon us R has been making a pot every day and that lovely scent drew me in once again. I'm on my second cup now.

There are pros and cons to drinking coffee, for me at least. The wonderful drug caffeine wakes me up and makes me more alert. But I am a naughty girl and love my coffee loaded, with cream and sugar. So I guess another pro will be to limit myself to x amount of cups per day as cream and sugar add to my "fluffiness".

Bah humbug. I am at a point where the real me is on the inside. Cooking and eating what I cook (in some moderation of course) help me reduce my stress. And R has loved me skinny and not so skinny, for over four years now. Who I am to complain about the outside me?!?

Yes, R is here and back and yada yada yada. I'm not going into that right now. Or anything else, because this post is about coffee, not life. Some of you may claim that coffee is life, at least life-giving in the morning...lol.

Have a good one today...