I spent 6 months in Italy. I spent another 6 months in Jamaica. I spent another 6 months in 5 different European countries. I’ve had really fuckin bad coffee everywhere.
Everyone’s entitled to as much caffeine as their bodies can handle, but it is pretty odd to ‘love coffee’ but actually love ‘coffee-flavoured hot milkshake’. Like saying ‘I love fruit’ but really meaning ‘I love apple jacks pop tarts’, it’s not wrong, just a bit odd.
Back when I regularly drank coffee, I’d use a bit of this kind of stuff. A splash.
Still way, waaaaay too sweet.
Switched to a half gallon of wholefat milk in the fridge, used a splash of that instead.
Much better.
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Most Americans I’ve known seem to think they like coffee, when what they actually like is a milkshake with notes, hints, suggestions of coffee.
One former roommate of mine thought it was completely normal for ‘a cup’ of coffee to be 1/3 coffee and 2/3 this kind of pictured coffee.
I remember actually vomiting one time I mistook her cup of coffee for mine.
I spent 6 months in Italy. I spent another 6 months in Jamaica. I spent another 6 months in 5 different European countries. I’ve had really fuckin bad coffee everywhere.
Imagine gatekeeping caffeine
Everyone’s entitled to as much caffeine as their bodies can handle, but it is pretty odd to ‘love coffee’ but actually love ‘coffee-flavoured hot milkshake’. Like saying ‘I love fruit’ but really meaning ‘I love apple jacks pop tarts’, it’s not wrong, just a bit odd.
If it tastes good it is good!