Agnes by Tony Cochran for February 18, 2025

….. as a coffee addict …. i have my doubts that this is coffee …. o_O!

I don’t like it either…however poured over ice cream…

One of the ten best scents ever, up there with baking bread, cold mountain air and petrichor

I could never get over the smell of cigarettes being put out in coffee in 1966.

I’m a grownup and I can’t get over the smell either.

Yuck, I’m old and never like coffee.

I first start drinking coffee, very terrible coffee, because it was the only warm thing for miles around. After that no coffee is truly bad.

Trout knows what a skunks bath water tastes like ?? Pepe’ Le Pew is the only skunk I know that bathes.

Before I ever drank coffee myself, I read this wonderful description of the beverage in ‘Glory Road’ by Robert Heinlein.

Coffee comes in five descending stages. Coffee, Java, Jamoke, Joe, and Carbon Remover.

I’ve been an adult for longer than I care to admit, and I can’t get past the smell, either.

As a tea drinker I like the smell of coffee but hate the taste.

People, you’re all missing something, it’s all in the creamer! Trust me, enough Cinnabon or peppermint flavored creamer and it’s all good.

Don’t think that my Dad ever drank coffee.

Coffee IS addicting. I can’t function well without some in the morning. I always have thought it smells better than it tastes, though.

waiting for the eyes to pop open to three times their size

I’ll take the hot chocolate.

I don’t know what skunk water smells or tastes like (fortunately), but it probably smells and tastes much better than coffee (which, unfortunately, I have been subjected to).

Every aspect of coffee is vile and disgusting to me. Tea, water, or Diet Pepsi are all so much better.

the smell was the best part …. the coffee aisle at the A&P

I started at about age 8 and never looked back…

I started drinking coffee when I was in my 20’s, working in a restaurant. Just a cup here and there…I really started drinking coffee in my 30’s when I tried to go be a truck driver. In my late 40s, gout set in…sigh. I drink decaf now, a cup here and there…usually flavored (Bones coffee dark chocolate is my favorite).

The “boss” man on the dresser wants his coffee! :)

Acquired taste, originally for social purposes. I drank tea until I was 20 and worked a summer job where the lab crew visited the coffee cart twice a day; no tea, so I learned to drink coffee with cream and sugar. Seven years later I worked at a lab in France where everyone went into the espresso bar after lunch; no cream, so I learned to drink strong coffee with sugar. Still doing the same 48 years later.

I started on sips with sugar and real cream pretty young. I got my own pot and learned to brew as I went off to college. Now I drink it without additions. Seems to help me focus as well as wake up

Maybe one day Agnes will think that coffee is one of life’s pleasures. The Real Coffee, espresso.

Random musings and thoughts:

Wonder where Agnes got it — surely Grandma isn’t allowing her access to it? And even if Trout is a little young to appreciate a good cup of coffee, I’ll be that Grandma can’t afford the finest kind anyway.

I started drinking mine black when the only creamer available in my office was the powdered junk. Around the same time I found I also liked my iced coffee black. That’s going back over 40 years, and that’s still how I drink it.

But my favorite coffee memory involves my father. When I was a very little boy, he’d make himself a couple of cups every morning and carry them across the kitchen, from the stove to the table. He’d always call out, “Hot coffee!” as a warning to keep out of his way while he was transporting the cups.

Came from a coffee drinking family of 6—parents and 3 siblings, allpurists—Never put milk in coffee, Mom said (a little sugar was okay.) She loved her Bokar, and I swear my brother brewed his in his old gym socks. Out of the whole family, I never acquired a taste for it. I’m 75 and can tell you the number of cups of coffee I’ve had in my entire life—three during a blizzard, my freshman year of college, and two more during a 3-week seminar in Boston in January. Those last two were kind of nice—black, but instead of sugar— Sambuca