If you are like me, you have probably at least heard the term “bulletproof coffee” in passing. I knew it was something mysterious that people were talking about, especially in paleo and low carb diet circles.
My appreciation of coffee for most of my life was purely caffeine based, a beverage of necessity. There was a certain logic to loading as much coffee as would fit in the filter to get that nice, dark, gritty, muddy cup of joe. But when I met my girlfriend, I quickly realized a deep shame for my glaringly staunch ignorance.
Growing up I don’t really remember coffee with nostalgia as others seem to. It wasn’t really on my radar.
My grandparents drank it- a weak brew of Maxwell House.
On a bright and lovely Tuesday morning I decided to go get some tasty donuts for “breakfast” at the Licata house. A plan was made to visit the local shop in my neighborhood and get fabulous Fluffy Fresh Donuts before they sold out at about 8am.
You might ask why we reference our mothers on this blog, and truly we never thought we would be doing so when we created this company. However a funny thing happens when you start a new business; certain details take on a life of their own.