Black Coffee

Black Coffee

Father has always loved black coffee.

I was still a kid, when I first tasted black coffee… that was when one of father’s college friends visited us after his trip from South America, and brought father some Cuban cigars and deliciously roasted coffee beans. My first taste, it felt just like the awful Chinese medicine (yikes!)… they laughed at the silly face I made after my sip…

I have only been drinking black coffee for the past five to six years… it is now my absolute preference in coffee.

Like father, like daughter.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s