according to my husband, i'm a coffee snob. i asked him what he meant by "snob," and he just peered over his glasses at me with the "you know what i mean" look.
i tried to forget about his comment, until this morning when i threw out that blasted pot of coffee. watching the steaming blend of beans and water swirl down the drain caused my conscience to taunt me, "coffee snob.. coffee snob.. coffee snob." how do you plug the ears of your conscience?
in my defense, what was supposed to be coffee (black) turned out to be more like tea (not so black). the second pot wasn't so great either (yes, i know how to make coffee but someone brought home the wrong filters) but i decided it was just plain WRONG to waste yet another pot. however, let's get back to the point: so i like my coffee black as night, so i prefer my no-whip peppermint mocha from one coffee house and my non-fat sugar free almond latte from another, so i don't like the taste of my latte or mocha or cappuccino when i make it at home (i hate our machine - long story), does that really make me a "coffee snob?"
and i'd like a straw please.
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