September 29th is International Coffee Day and it got me (Michael) thinking of how I first became interested in coffee! I have enjoyed coffee since I was young and thanks to my dad and his famous mochas, I've gotten into brewing myself. Since living in the Northwest my interest in coffee has grown exponentially and I owe it all to early roots.
Those who know me
know that I get Caribou Coffee whenever I can and while I love their Campfire Mochas and Carmel Coolers, I've grown to enjoy more serious coffee as well. For this post, though, I'm sticking to my roots and giving a glimpse into the coffee that got me started.
The first time I ever enjoyed coffee was a
White Chocolate Mocha from Caribou Coffee in 2005
Caribou Coffee in Chicago, IL
Dad's "famous" Mocha
"Best Ever"
I keep my cold-brew in a Caribou Coffee growler to this day!
So, if you ever find yourself in the Twin Cities or an airport equipped with Caribou, grap a cup and find something to "stay awake" for. As for me, I'm here in the Northwest attempting to refine my palette, roast, and brew as much coffee as I can get my hands on.
-M&K