If you had asked me when I was seven, I would have said coffee because coffee is the drink of the go-getter. My father drank black coffee every morning, a single cup brewed from a coffee maker that he methodically placed a filter into every morning along with a scoop of grounds. It would rumble as the water was startled with the sudden onset of heat, and relinquish its product in gurgling spatters of deep brown. It smelled rich and complex.

My parents never really offered me coffee as a child, and so I assumed that it was a very grown-up thing to drink. My mother actually didn’t drink tea all that much…