My coffee love came late in life — never bothered with it until I was in my 40s (looking back, I can’t believe this). I remember my honeymoon in Italy years ago, when my wife would have a cappuccino every morning while I had…ice water. What tha….
But I caught on, and at this point, I crave it just a bit too much I think, and have an embarrassingly passionate reaction to certain cups of cappuccino while traveling in Europe (this excess seems to happen overseas more than here in the USA).
Here is one of my shots: