I like my coffee like I like my men. Hot, steamy and French-pressed. Or something like that. If I’m honest, however, I like cream in my coffee. It has to have cream. Real cream. Not that powdery crap you take camping with you. And not milk. Cream. The stuff at the top. There’s a reason [...]
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Mr MudPuppy and I hit Starbucks almost every night. I mean, why stand in an epic line of impatient commuters shaky from withdrawal during the morning rush hour when you can save all kinds of time getting that caffeine buzz just before you go to bed? Since we contribute to the national landfill with those [...]
