OK, before you judge me, let me ask how many of you are not fully operational without a mug of steaming Joe firmly implanted in one hand? You wake up in the morning with your eyes at half mast, and it is imperative to start the coffee pot as soon as your feet hit the floor. Or else, you hit up the Starbucks or Dunkin' Donuts on your way to work. Me, I vote for the nearest 7-11 or Wawa to score my D.O.C. (Drink of Choice)
While I could salivate for hour hours in a some posh coffee shop at the aroma, the taste, for me at least, has never become something that I can tolerate, no matter what the purported benefits are. Perhaps my parents' misguided efforts to introduce me to the world of coffee drinking, allowing me to add as much sugar or milk it it spoiled me forever. But the smell -- that I like.
Yes people, I have a confession. I do caffeine cold. There is nothing like finding my style of silver bullet in the form of a can of Diet Coke in the fridge when I first rise and shine. My mother has already berated me on this issue and dubbed me a traitor. No self-respecting person from Dutch heritage could possible be afflicted by the addiction that I have developed for my sparkly, crisp delightful taste that dances on my tongue first thing in the morning.
I'm a purist, thank you very much. No one will be diluting my magic potion with the likes of ice, and although I have many rules and rituals regarding the proper serving of other foods and beverages, there is but one way to drink my favorite drink -- straight out of the fridge and still in the can. And don't even get me started with flavored cokes, because they totally miss the mark as far as my prissy tastebuds are concerned. No Cherry Coke, no Diet Coke with Lime. I prefer mine straight up.
This morning, I had a minor melt down as I trolled the entire house to find the last remaining container of my favorite libation. I was almost in a panic that I had allowed my otherwise stockpiled home dwindle to zero. I was cranky, surly and dismayed. How could I possible be expected to function without a sip of my favorite preparation?
I realize I have become an addict. No morning is complete without the addition of Diet Coke. It is a must have for this coffee-averting diva. It has become a phenomenon synonymous with proper firing of the synapses that would otherwise lay dormant for the remainder of the day.
In a pinch, an off brand substitute has sufficed, but only if there is absolutely nothing else available to fulfill my craving for the aforementioned.
I think I am beginning to understand those of you that say there is no life before coffee. I will, however, adhere strictly to my silver can with inviting red letters. I am under no delusion: I know I am addicted. But it is a small price to pay for that quick pick-me-up, isn't it?
Diet Coke -- breakfast drink of champions. (I suppose I should mention here that I had pizza margarita for breakfast but seeing as it was all natural, no preservatives, it sort of balances out the Diet Coke I so sorely needed)
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