Ode to Coffee

I noticed something at Youth Camp this year. Teens, and lots of them, are turning into coffee drinkers.

When I was younger, drinking coffee was not cool, and only the old fogeys drank it. Now, thanks to Starbucks, coffee is cool for the younger set.

During breakfast at CFYC, the cooks could not keep up with the demand for the stuff. The kids were drinking more than the adults were.

To be fair, the kids were filling the cup about half full of coffee, and the rest with flavored creamer and sugar.

Which, by the way, is how I prefer mine. That's right, I am now a coffee drinker. And that is truly my wife's fault. See, I never used to be able to even stand the SMELL of the stuff, let alone putting it to my lips.

And then, after we were married, my wife would occasionally get a Cafe Vanilla Frap at Barstucks. And, I would take a sip now and then just to be able to tell her how bad it tasted.

As Paul Harvey would say, you know the rest of the story. After a while, it did not taste so bad.

I started ordering my own Frap. And I have tweaked it to make it even better. Venti Cafe Vanilla Frap, with an extra scoop of vanilla, and add carmel to the frap itself. YuMmY!!!

And then, two weeks ago, David Fulton was our guest for a week as he was the evangelist at the Adams County Camp. Of course, we made coffee for him. And, I hated to see all that "expensive" coffee go to waste. So, within two weeks, I became hooked.

The fella that always said the stuff even smelled awful, is now a two-cup-a-day coffee junkie.

Thanks, David Fulton.