Coffee

I used to unable to drink coffee. I would get really shaky after a small cup and could not sleep at night. Those sign affects had gone the day my baby boy was born. I needed coffee to keep me up in the morning when he cried in the middle of the night. Now he sleeps through the night, but coffee has stayed with me and become part of my diet.

I don’t get coffee in the morning anymore because the line at Starbucks is insane. I wait until after lunch to enjoy a cup of grande bold with one or two rolled wafers from Pepperidge Farm. My homeboy Nate who works at Pepperidge Farm would bring over all kind of cookies whenever I go back to Lancaster.

Because I drink coffee at noon, I get really hungry by the time I head home from work. After dinner, I would kick back with a cup of iced Patron Xo Cafe Liqueur to unwind. The only problem is that the liqueur makes me sleepy afterward. If I don’t have to do anything else, I would just roll in bed with Dao. He can jump up and down all he wanted and doesn’t bother me at all.

Last Christmas, we received a Cuisineart’s Espresso Maker from Dana’s brother. Last month her sister’s husband brought back some expresso from El Salvador. My weekend joys have been waking up to a strong expresso and French baguette with fried eggs. I love my eggs sunny side up with black pepper, soy sauce and hot sauce. That’s all I need to start my weekend.