Coffee talk

September 2, 2010 Eliza 9 comments

I was recently lucky enough to spend a few days with a dear old friend. I moved into her ward when I was ten years old, and we spent most of our teenage years cultivating snarky attitudes, rolling our eyes, and exchanging knowing glances.

We spent a great deal of time reminiscing, as old friends are wont to do, but I was a little disturbed by one story in particular. Apparently I had my first taste of coffee at 14, not 18, as I previously believed. A small group of rebellious Mia Maids, myself included, bought a Starbucks Frappuccino from the grocery store and shared it. We all thought it was gross.

I have no recollection of this. None.

I can’t believe I don’t remember my first taste of coffee! I am a little worried about my premature senility, but also? Pretty stoked about what a bad-ass Mia Maid I was. It helps to balance out the whole wore-a-turtleneck-to-the-Prom thing.

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#1 | Written by The Heretic about 2 years ago.

I feel fairly certain that there must have been traces of rebellion as far back as Young Women, but I’m not sure I remember them either!

As it is, I tried my first cup of coffee this week! Although, it was so filled with cream and other fine things that I’m not sure what I really had. I’m still not sure I really liked it (no matter how divine the smell is) but I tried a second cup anyway, though it was an Irish Coffee (with Baileys), so the taste was somewhat…altered.
#2 | Written by Craig about 2 years ago.

I remember mine very well. It was on BYU study abroad in Austria. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. Until the next night, when I had a beer.
#3 | Written by Chris about 2 years ago.

Don’t worry it’s easy to forget things that happened when you were 14…. first taste of coffee, whether the vision you had was just Jesus or God or both or just an angel, and so on…

We all do it…
#4 | Written by Eliza about 2 years ago.

You’re so right, Chris! I forgot an experience altogether, so who am I to judge Joseph for having six different versions of an experience?
#5 | Written by TGD about 2 years ago.

My first taste was when I was 10 and I loved it. Even so, I think those refrigerated Starbucks Frappuccino drinks tastes gross too.
#6 | Written by Megan about 2 years ago.

My first taste was at 15 when I took a cardboard cup of mass-brewed, sitting-around-for-hours coffee and added about eleventy million things of fake cream and paper-wrapped sugar. Of course one sip and my Dad caught me and gave me the I’m-so-disappointed-in-you look (combined with the don’t-you-DARE-take-another-sip) and I slunk off in humiliation to pour it down the drain.

These days I take it fresh brewed and black, thanks!
#7 | Written by chanson about 2 years ago.

It’s also possible that your friend is misremembering which people were present.
#8 | Written by eliza’s friend about 2 years ago.

It’s also possible that your friend is misremembering which people were present.

Possible, but I don’t think so. It was a really small group, and Eliza and I were pretty tight at the time… I’m almost totally positive of which three Molly Misfits were there, and Eliza (though somewhat reluctant) was one of them.

And Eliza, it was fun to hang out! We’ll have to plan something extraordinarily rebellious next time I’m in town.
#9 | Written by Eliza about 2 years ago.

Yeah, I trust your judgment. And of the girls who would have done it, we were it. Ha. I’m still disturbed by the fact that I don’t remember it though. Maybe if you described it to me in detail it might spark my memory?

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