Over The Edge - "Coffee Snob? Me? Guilty!"

I don’t remember the exact moment I fell under the spell of coffee. Both of my parents were coffee drinkers and I remember noting the pleasure it brought them. I begged for a taste of it without success. When I was 11, my mother gave me a glass of warm milk with a dash of coffee. I was hooked.
Through the years I have indulged my habit while experimenting with a succession of coffee-brewing machines that began with the automatic percolator, then an automatic drip coffee maker. That was nothing compared to the challenge of finding the brand of coffee that consistently offered the perfect cup. The coffee pod machines gave me hope that once and for all, every cup would be just the right blend every time.

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