Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for August 21, 2020

Cauliflower cookies? Urk!

Coffee is “URK”-approved. Choke, gag or whatever away!

One less coffee drinker in this world means more for us coffee drinker.

Sounded a bit involuntary to me.

No Adam you didn’t. But you did GAAKKK them.

It’s not about cream and sugar, it’s about the roast.

Urk is a fishing village in the Netherlands. Nice place.

I learned to drink coffee about her age by dipping chocolate chip cookies into it and eating the cookies

After soaking a half dozen cookies in a cup of coffee, there was a cookie-coffee sludge left in the cup that tasted like heaven to this 8 year old

I hate coffee. I’ve had friends send me packets of “gourmet” to try to get me to drink it. Nope. The one time I tried it in a diner was after the bar and I put so much sugar and milk in it, and STILL hated it!

I’ll stick to my tea and hot chocolate, thank you :)

Good coffee doesn’t need to be doctored. My favorite blend is Eight O’Clock – the old A&P coffee, which is still available at most grocery stores. I’ve had people tell me it’s the best they’ve ever had and are surprised when I tell them what it is.

Yes. Yes you did.

I’m guessing he did irk the cookies.

Great sound effects!!!!! “tiny sip”. It paints an audible image in my mind.

Cream and sugar – URK!

Uh oh. The dread “urk” reaction. Hurry, drop a couple of Oreos in the hot coffee and you’ll have her hooked.

I am more than a little unsure about those cauliflower cookies. Does not sound to good. But who knows. Hard to say without a recipe.

there is someone else behind Adam on the first panel to be the hand…RIGHT? like someone trying to STEAL THE COFFEE!!!

The deal was to find a coffee she’d like, she didn’t like it. Course she didn’t make a cookie you’d like.

Cauliflower cookies? No chance.

Cauliflower cookies? The very idea is totally appalling.

I worked at a Tim Hortons for years. Coffee is gross, yo.

Too strong.

Cauliflower cookies….. please tell me that’s not a real thing.

Despite what I posted in one of the former strips in this sequence, I just remembered when I went to coffee break. When I was a little girl my dad shared office space with my mom’s brother (two professionals in different sort of related professions). Uncle had a secretary.

My dad would bring me into the office at least once a year – December 24, his logic was no one really works that day anyway – and when they would coffee break, my dad would make me cocoa to join them. Back then nothing like Mr. Coffee (1950s to early 60s). They had a heating coil – it would be put in the water and heat it for instant coffee – so I just got instant cocoa instead.