Confessions of a (Former) Coffee Drinker

Coffee has always been king in my family.

From the legendary chicory brew of Cafe du Monde to Seaport–a Southern arabica coffee we purchased in bulk for my grandfather–coffee has been a staple in both my childhood and well into college.

My first memories of coffee come from my father’s morning and evening routines. I always hung around my father when he was making coffee, just so I could retrieve the coffee canister from the second shelf of the fridge. This was my favorite part. That dry, aromatic puff when the corner of the lid was popped, the cold of the little plastic scoop against your fingers. Measuring out exactly 2 scoops into the basket, watching the machine as it gurgled and hissed and brought forth the black ichor of life. The same procedure followed in the evening, though with one scoop of coffee instead of two. Never decaf.

I was only allowed to sniff the carafe in the beginning, until I graduated to a demitasse cup with ¾ parts cream and ¼ part coffee. By high school I was drinking a cup of coffee in the morning with my father, and in college this amount nearly tripled.

It wasn’t until 2007 that I was properly diagnosed with a condition I’d had since I was a girl–gastroesophageal reflux disease: more commonly known as acid reflux or chronic heartburn. If you have never experienced heartburn, then I could never adequately describe the genuine agony the condition can create. The major contributing factor to the condition? DIET. You can see where this is going.  Continue reading


Tea and Me. Arielle’s Backstory.

Written by Arielle F.
I don’t come from a family of tea drinkers. My dad drank Folger’s instant coffee for the longest time, moved up to Keurig Donut Shop nowadays. My mom drank Caffeine-Free Diet Coke, graduating to a drink regimen consisting of a specific type of hot chocolate and Diet Coke from Sonic because they have the good ice.

I grew up in a small city in Central Texas. Here in the South, you get your tea iced and one of two ways, sweet or unsweet. Ask for hot tea in a restaurant and you get lukewarm water and a tea bag to dip in it. I didn’t get much exposure to good tea in my early days.


Danbo peers into the teapot with a look I might have had as a child. A look of bewilderment.

Raised on a steady diet of Kool-Aid and sodas, I shunned iced tea because my mom told me it would make me pee too much. I just think she had a grudge against tea because she didn’t like it. During my all-night World of Warcraft raids in college, I consumed enough Mountain Dew Game Fuel to make my roommate want to strangle me. Other times, I visited the campus Starbucks, but coffee has always had a tendency to give me stomach issues. Once, I tried a Monster and thought I was going to have a heart attack. I had to go for a jog around the library to get rid of the jitters.


One of the teapots used at Té House of Tea. Photo taken during National Novel Writing Month.

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