No milk, no coffee, no cookies, no cake. Simple math
Alas, there is no Keurig in the Dresner house. I have little dreams I entertain sometimes of a beautiful Keurig appearing on my front step, tied with a bow, and with just enough little K-Cups for, well, forever. Ahh.
Until then, I suffice with instant. All I need is a rounded spoonful (Nescafé only), no sugar, just enough milk to turn it that dreamy soft and deep brown. I take my coffee very, very seriously.
It’s a ritual, my oasis in the morning or afternoon haze: a cup of coffee, warm, held with two hands for maximum effect and best enjoyed with a cookie, some cake, or anything sweet.
It’s like that mouse story but backward. If you give a girl a coffee, she’s going to ask for some cookies.
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