How did I become a cold brew coffee fanatic? I’m an odd case. I took a sip of my mom’s coffee when I was about five years old and decided it was the most vile, disgusting beverage imaginable. Sure, it was brewed to German standards and was strong enough to strip the chrome off a Harley (or BMW), but I was terrified by its taste. Terrified enough that I didn’t revisit drinking coffee again until my early 40’s. With kids, a never-ending to-do list, and, especially, working as a real estate agent, I realized I needed to extract more productivity out of myself. The solution? Coffee. But not just any coffee. Read More