I grew up on a farm. In the mornings the smell of coffee and breakfast cooking was an everyday occurrence. I love everything cowboy (not the Dallas Cowboys, just cowboys). I helped with all the chores on the farm. I remember the first time I shared a cup of coffee with my Dad. He told me that I wouldn’t like the taste. But, I still wanted a cup. Keep in mind my Dad drank his black. My Dad said, OK and went over to the kitchen counter to get my cup of coffee. A few minutes later he came back to the table with a cup of coffee for me. It was beige, not black in color like his. I said, “How come my coffee doesn’t look like yours”? My quick-thinking Dad said, “Oh, well, that’s how the cowboys drink their coffee and I figured that’s how you would want yours.” I said, “Of course”! It was probably more milk than coffee with a little sugar. From then on in our family, milky coffee was always called Cowboy Coffee. I started drinking coffee regularly when I was in my late 20’s. I started training and showing horses so coffee became a big part of my life. I still have cowboy coffee today here on our farm ” with less milk and more coffee” 🙂
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