Grandma taught me many things in my life. An amazing woman, she was. Truly not once did I ever hear her speak ill of someone else. No negative. No bad attitudes. No nothing. She was amazing. She also taught me how to take my coffee like a man. A cowboy, to be exact. We'd occasionally spend the night with her. She'd wrap her newly-done hairdo up in toilet paper, pin the paper in with bobby pins, and put her head down on her silky smooth pillowcase that was supposed to keep her hair from getting messed up at night. In the morning, she'd fire up the wood stove in the kitchen (she never lived in a house with central heating) and make us Cowboy Coffee. I had no idea what it was. Except that it was loaded with sugar and milk. I think it was evaporated milk or condensed milk or something. Sweet and milky, it was. And it was served in a little yellow plastic cup with a cowboy on the back of a horse on the side of it. The handle on the cup was formed out of the cowboy's lasso. And that's how I came to drink my coffee with milk and sugar. How do you like yours? Black? White? Sweet?
This being a new parent has taken a serious toll on my blog reading and surfing the internet free time. I've definitely had to revamp my timing, posting time frame, etc.