It was my job to make a pot of tea and take two cups of it into my parents before I went to school. My father drank tea like it was going to be banned. By time I was eleven, I could no longer stand the smell of tea, so I began to drink Camp coffee, then went on to Maxwell House. I was 25, looking over an unfinished brick house when the lady next door brought a tray of tea into us. I said I don't drink tea, but thank you, anyway. She offered to make me coffee but I said I haven't drank tea in 14 years, so I drank her tea. I felt ill for hours afterward. So black coffee, no creamer or sugar is my beverage.
Growing up, my mother always put three spoons of sugar in my tea, so I continued with the 3 spoons in my coffee. Then a rumor went about that there was going to be a sugar shortage. The stores were soon emptied of sugar. (My mother-in-law bought fifty pounds of it.) So not being able to sweeten my coffee I tried Hermesetas, but they made the coffee bitter. So I got used to drinking unsweetened coffee. Next, I didn't like the milk skinning over as the coffee cooled, so I stopped using milk. That was around 1970.
Gotta tell you about a guy I worked with. We were both foremen on a contract on Clacton seafront. Whichever one of us got into the office, first, made the coffee. I made it and then Brian came in. I asked him how many spoons of sugar. "Fourteen, and stir it." He was serious!