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I was only 4 years old when my great-grandmother served me my first cup of coffee. It was a black cup of freshly made filter coffee, no sugar, and no milk – just the way she liked it.
The only thing that made this dark brew slightly more child friendly was the mug she had poured the coffee into. It was an old children’s mug from the 60’s, decorated with a little girl and a cat. I loved that mug.







