It may be genetic. Well, if it is, it’s not a gene I carry. Coffee is terrible.
5 thoughts on “Love Of Coffee”
You remind me of my brother-in-law, a police officer. He hates both coffee and donuts – go figure.
Love the smell, hate the taste.
The excuse I offer is that as a child, Mom gave me an empty coffee can to stick my face into whenever I had the stomach flu.
Ah, that smell of tinplate combined with rancid ground roasted coffee beans, combined with feeling like you are going to throw up to relieve intense nausea, but it just isn’t yet happening.
This combines a bunch of things. One is that kids get all kinds of “bugs” that yes, adults can catch too, but adults acquired immunity to many strains by suffering this way as kids, practice better hand washing to not catch things, and are better at holding it down as well as holding it in as a result of what we call “training.”
Two, there is probably something evolutionary about one-trial learning of eating something that makes you sick, as in, don’t eat those berries off that tree that look yummy but will have you doubled over in stomach cramps that you would wish to be dead. In my case, I can’t shake the association of coffee smell with feeling seriously out-of-sorts.
Mrs. McG doesn’t like it either, but that’s okay. More for me.
My parents loved the stuff, I don’t like the taste at all. I do like the smell when it is brewing, though. I wonder if childhood memories play a part in that.
Used to live in Seattle, it’s a great place, but I was quite the outlier in that culture.
You remind me of my brother-in-law, a police officer. He hates both coffee and donuts – go figure.
Love the smell, hate the taste.
The excuse I offer is that as a child, Mom gave me an empty coffee can to stick my face into whenever I had the stomach flu.
Ah, that smell of tinplate combined with rancid ground roasted coffee beans, combined with feeling like you are going to throw up to relieve intense nausea, but it just isn’t yet happening.
This combines a bunch of things. One is that kids get all kinds of “bugs” that yes, adults can catch too, but adults acquired immunity to many strains by suffering this way as kids, practice better hand washing to not catch things, and are better at holding it down as well as holding it in as a result of what we call “training.”
Two, there is probably something evolutionary about one-trial learning of eating something that makes you sick, as in, don’t eat those berries off that tree that look yummy but will have you doubled over in stomach cramps that you would wish to be dead. In my case, I can’t shake the association of coffee smell with feeling seriously out-of-sorts.
Mrs. McG doesn’t like it either, but that’s okay. More for me.
My parents loved the stuff, I don’t like the taste at all. I do like the smell when it is brewing, though. I wonder if childhood memories play a part in that.
Used to live in Seattle, it’s a great place, but I was quite the outlier in that culture.