When I was a teen my uncle had a lot on the Angelina River. Some Cajun folks lived on the river nearby and they became friends. They helped him build a cabin on his lot etc.
They had deer dogs and one season we went hunting with them and the dogs.
It was COLD and during a break we gathered around and had coffee. Right out of the thermos it was hot enough to burn your tongue but when it cooled some I took a swig. My first thought was "OMG, this plastic cup is melting in the coffee!".
I didn't want to offend anyone so while no one was looking I held the cup behind my back and poured it out. Of course, I had to almost fight to refuse another cup when he saw I had finished one. Later I found out it had chicory in it.
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