It's probably not a good idea to start off saying I don't like coffee.
Alas, it's true. I'm a tea drinker, and I like orange pekoe/pekoe black tea with half-and-half and sugar. I tried a lot of flavored and herbal stuff in college—we had a great new tea shop in downtown—but tossed it all when we moved it for the fifth time several years later.
Anyway, I don't like coffee, but I love café mocha. And yes, I like it from Starbucks. When I'm up too late working for my freelance clients or on one of my own manuscripts, and I'm having a hard time facing my day job as a chiropractic assistant, I'll get a venti with an extra shot.
I have an espresso machine at home, too. It's my fourth one, I think. I finally figured out how I kept killing the steamers on them (hint: always screw on the top lid before you start brewing!). I buy the chocolate powder from Starbucks so mine taste almost as good. 🙂
So, yeah, I don't like coffee at all, unless it's mocha-fied (though I'll sometimes do a caramel latte). I love when people are contradictory like that. My husband, who has got to be the most understanding and patient man in the world, to put up with me, hates onions. HATES THEM. Once, he refused to eat a potato salad because he swore he smelled them, even though I couldn't see a single speck of one, and he claimed it was the texture, not the taste, anyway. But you know what his favorite soup is? Yep, French onion. And not just the broth. If the onions are soft enough, he eats them all.
ANYway. Today I'll be talking about being cursed with the combined imagination of a writer and mother and why I write the kinds of books I do, and sharing some peaks into this week's releases. Stay tuned!
And in the meantime, tell me something contradictory about yourself!
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