Black Coffee

Mocha Java: Day 3

My GERD is acting up this morning, robbing me of the true appreciation for my black Mocha Java blend. I brewed a pot, used filtered tap (I'm starting to think there is almost no difference between bottled and filtered in your cup) and then poured it into a fancy-schmancy mug that told me that Teachers Are Special. I've been contemplating getting true coffee cups, porceline with cute, little saucers, but my bank acount tells me that it's not a good idea. If there is a controlling force in my life, it is my account balance.

Mocha Java brews with almost no bitterness. I took in a mouthful and savored it for a full 10 seconds, feeling the weight on the back of my tongue, scenting the bouquet, enjoying the aftertaste. While ignoring the rumblings of my esophogus, I have come to this conclusion:

I know nothing about coffee.

But I can drink it black.