Each month this year I take turns to give up a different vice. January was alcohol, February was drugs and March was meat. This month I will be giving up caffeine. The first three were surprisingly easy but I’ve been a heavy tea user for a long time and I suspect I have a dependency, if not an outright addiction. If I am in any fit state I will post a reflection on it at the end of the month. Meanwhile, might I recommend the blog postings of unashamed caffeine addict and ‘coffee professional’ Tonx:
2nd Sept 2010
Yesterday marked for me 10 years of unbroken daily coffee consumption.
Some glimpses of my coffee pre-history:
Maxwell House, a percolator, a kitchen with yellow cabinets in an old farmhouse in rural Indiana. My mom would make a pot every morning before going out to feed the animals. I vaguely remember tasting it on a few occasions and thinking it was disgusting. It probably was.
East Village, 1992. I’d made a hangout of a place called Cafe Limbo. They served mochas in giant bowls. doesn’t really taste like coffee.
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