A Essay About A Hot Cuppa Life - 1273 Words

A Hot Cuppa Life Many people pose the question â€Å"Do you like coffee or tea?† If you were to ask me that today, I would wave red flags and scream â€Å"False Dichotomy!† to the heavens, but that hasn t always been the case. Coffee used to be my favorite drink, and at that point in my life I would certainly consider it superior to tea. Tea s for snobby Brits, right? Coffee s functional; It makes you faster, more focused, and more energetic, and it s healthy to boot! Right? Well, all those things seemed true until a little old Irish lady showed me the world of tea, and drastically changed my outlook on the subject. My perspective on the matter begins back in the late 90 s, when I was only around 6 years old. My mother was a big coffee†¦show more content†¦She had to buy a coffee maker, and that rid me of any opportunity to steal a sip here or there, so instead I had to beg for them. Luckily my mom is easy to persuade. I was still at an age where I could cuddle her arm and look at the cup and she would cave nearly instantly. Eventually, for some reason or other, that stopped working. I had to find other ways to steal a sip. If she ever left her cup somewhere I would sneak over have a taste, or if she didn t finish it I d ask if she wanted me to put the cup away. Even if it was cold, I d try to drink the rest before I got to the sink. I remember once, I held her at Nerf gunpoint and demanded a sip, or else. Eventually, say around 12 years old, my shenanigans must have gotten abrasive, because one day she put a rest to them. We were in the living room watching TV, and my mom got up and headed to the kitchen. She was about to go make a cup of coffee, as usual, but I was surprised when she called me over with her. Taking out the coffee, she started explaining how to use the machine and what amount of coffee you need per cup of water, and how much sugar and cream you should put in if you want it strong or sweet. In her mind, I m sure, she was teaching me so she d never have to make a cup herself again, and so I d finally stop bothering her about wanting a taste, but to me this was express permission to have as much coffee as I want, whenever I want. That