As I am typing this, one of my coworkers is holding an interesting conversation with the young son of another co-worker. The topic of coffee somehow arose in the conversation. My somewhat older co-worker can easily be called a “coffee connoisseur.” He absolutely loves coffee to the point that he feels he cannot partake of any form of sweet without have a cup of coffee to accompany it. He even just admitted he is desirous of a cup of coffee if there happens to be jelly on a peanut butter sandwich. He told the youngster, “You probably don’t care for coffee, do you?” The youngster replied that he is sometimes allowed to drink coffee with a lot of milk and a lot of sugar, and just a little coffee. I remember drinking coffee that way, if you could even call it drinking coffee.
It’s funny how some tastes can change over the course of one’s life. Just like that guy in the Dr. Seuss book about “Green Eggs and Ham.” He decided he liked them, once he actually gave himself a chance to try them. There are many things I had little desire to consume when I was a youngster that I will occasionally enjoy now. Chicken liver happens to be one of those things. I know it may sound strange, but I will actually go out of my way to get an order of chicken livers every once in a while.