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While I may not be wealthy, nor would I consider myself a big spender… I must rise to the occasion for this mornings prompt.

IBS has been my companion for a very long time, so you most likely wouldn’t find me plating up anything spendy. This digestive system of mine would surely dump me on the side of the road if I were so brave.

Over the years I have cooked and baked many good things, and in honesty, it tastes better to me than going out! So, for the food aspect of this prompt… I got nuthin!

However,

I have to admit that I have paid nearly $15 for a coffee… and on that occasion it was not worth it, at all! Being a staunch coffee lover, I have had some of the best and for sure, some of the worst… wife of a trucker here. There were times when I questioned the safety, let alone the flavor, of the coffee I had to suffer through. If you have never spent time on the road for a living, it might surprise you to see some of the things deemed sellable.

Why is coffee such a big deal to me, you ask? Maybe it is a comfort thing, as I remember drinking black coffee as far back my childhood. His name was Uncle Leo, and the only memory I have of him, is watching him pour Tabasco sauce into his coffee, as we sat around the campfire. Memories are a powerful thing. Don’t ask me how a little girl was able to enjoy a cup of black coffee with nothing in it… the price of love maybe, because I have a distinct memory of affection from that old man. I just know that whenever I run out of cream, I think fondly of Uncle Leo while I gag my bitter brew down.

While the bigger bean producers get all of the popular hype from media, I myself prefer a modest cup of Folgers Classic Roast, with a good dose of French Vanilla cream. If you were to ask my husband, I am sure he would mention the cost of my magic creamer… yes I said magic, since it miraculously swirls its goodness throughout my cup of morning Jo. I will be truthful in saying that I have at least 2 to 3 cups of this go go juice… don’t judge! Trust me, coffee keeps me sane.

I know that the price of coffee in comparison to a meal, is not in the same ball park, but I would guess there are others that would agree with me when I say… I will trade myself to a band of traveling gypsies if the coffee was good… Just sayin…

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To go with your coffee