I can't believe it.
For those of you who don't know, cappuccino is coffee. Coffee!
I'm pretty sure at one point in my life I swore I would never drink coffee. I didn't really like the taste anyway. I guess I'm older and wiser now, although that may be debatable.
Christa is to blame!
While we were in Virginia for Thanksgiving, she made some and offered it to Kathy. I was still on my high horse so I declined. However, Kathy liked it so much that when we got home, she went and bought a cappuccino machine, complete with milk frother and steamer. Now, I've always liked the smell of fresh ground coffee so I was curious what she was making and she offered me a taste.
Now I'm getting up early enough in the morning to make us both a cup before I take her into work.