tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post3874000983920703145..comments2023-04-05T07:00:16.893-07:00Comments on Black Ink Pad: C is for CoffeeBarb Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11076090758278803414noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post-5530465730647586872012-04-04T21:06:50.910-07:002012-04-04T21:06:50.910-07:00I was very excited to turn 13, because my parents ...I was very excited to turn 13, because my parents had told me I could drink coffee once I was 13. I hated the taste so much I never wanted to drink it again. A few times I drank it by accident because I pushed the wrong button on a hot water machine. The only times I've drank coffee since were on my first and third trips to Israel, when we were being hosted by Bedouins and Druse, respectively. I didn't want to be rude and refuse their hospitality or food, even though their coffee was rather strong.Carrie-Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05810154378449825641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post-40100224267279316772012-04-04T05:47:09.008-07:002012-04-04T05:47:09.008-07:00No, no, no, no, no.
lol.
Very much a brit here a...No, no, no, no, no.<br /><br />lol.<br /><br />Very much a brit here and I only drink tea. Can't even stand the smell of coffee.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post-11670842768400464632012-04-03T13:33:41.630-07:002012-04-03T13:33:41.630-07:00Mmmmm....now I want coffee!Mmmmm....now I want coffee!Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09229539600930298413noreply@blogger.com