Black gold is my secret ingredient to living well. I use my French press in the morning to blast off and usually have an afternoon Starbucks Cafe Misto. Legend says a goat herder was minding his herd when they began to nibble on coffee beans growing there. The goats began dancing. The herder boiled some and it became the first cup of joe.
Whether it’s true or not, coffee is my secret ingredient and I am like those goats.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ingredients.”
