During lunch yesterday, my wife and I talked about our first cup of coffee. Do you remember yours? I remember mine. I was studying late one night with my roommate while a student at Michigan State University. He was a coffee drinker and I was not. As I yawned, he encouraged me to try it. The rest is history.
I remember introducing my son to caffeine during a time when he was in grade school and when he and I would shop for groceries on Saturday. We were at the local Meijers where they had a stand for this drink called cappuccino. We split one. That was it. He's 30 and he's a coffee drinker. I wonder if his 18-month-old son will develop a taste for the beverage.
I often wonder whether I could stop my coffee habit cold turkey. I drink a couple of cups a day. It's almost ritual that a coffee mug is the second thing I say hello to in the morning.
Do I want to? Right now, I have no reason to stop.