My dear old Mother was a coffee addict, so was Daddy but I think Mother was worse. They kept a pot of coffee on all the time.
I remember we were driving through Louisiana and we skipped breakfast. Mother suggested we stop and have some coffee. We did and Mother said it was the best cup of coffee she had ever had. What it was is she missed it so much that when she finally got a cup it tasted great to her.
“What it was is she missed it so much that when she finally got a cup it tasted great to her.”
Could be that or possibly those coon asses actually know how to make coffee and not just colored water.