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ailbheI have been unnaturally fond of coffee since I was about 17. I briefly had a job in a specialist cafe in Dublin that stocked over 40 kinds of coffee as a matter of course, and learned to like strong, unsweetened black coffee, Ethiopian for preference. Then I had serious insomnia and a job that required me to leave the house at 6 am and return at 8 or 9. I started off drinking more and more coffee - partially because going to get coffee was a socially acceptable reason to leave one's desk - and changed to drinking no caffeine at all, and minimising my chocolate intake, too. I stayed almost caffeine-free for about a year.
While pregnant with Linnea, and during the very earliest days of her life, I regularly drank lattes and cappucinos in branches of huge international chain type cafes. Then we cut out dairy, and I discovered that it's really hard to find coffee good enough to drink black around here.
Then, more than two years later, during which time I almost never drank coffee, the Workhouse Coffee Shop opened just around the corner, and now I'm a coffee-drinker again. I've reached that stage where I can cheerfully drink bad coffee, even, because my palate is adapted for coffee.
I'm happy about this. I have very few of my adolescent vices left.
While pregnant with Linnea, and during the very earliest days of her life, I regularly drank lattes and cappucinos in branches of huge international chain type cafes. Then we cut out dairy, and I discovered that it's really hard to find coffee good enough to drink black around here.
Then, more than two years later, during which time I almost never drank coffee, the Workhouse Coffee Shop opened just around the corner, and now I'm a coffee-drinker again. I've reached that stage where I can cheerfully drink bad coffee, even, because my palate is adapted for coffee.
I'm happy about this. I have very few of my adolescent vices left.