November 6, 2013
Oh for the love of Coffee
It's been a rainy, dull, dreary week here in the great Midwet. I mean, Midwest. When I'm not grumbling about the utter lack of sunshine, I am deciding that this is good cozy blanket and blogging weather and after long pondering (ie. simply no ideas), I have decided on what to write a post about. I opened up our jar of coffee beans, was greeted by the wonderful scent and was inspired. After all, I would not be a true blogger did I not mention Coffee at least once!
I am a late coffee drinker; I was your stereotypical get-to-college-and-realize-you-can't-live-without it convert. I started out with what many (ie. my father) would not term real coffee: a frappe. Oh what joyous sugary mug of calories. Best part - it smelled like coffee but didn't have the bitter coffee taste. Before all you devoted coffee drinkers faint in horror, never fear. From there I worked my way down to only a bit of cream and sugar. On some days. Most days there's two spoonfuls of sugar.
Coffee is a marvelous thing. I know that some drink it for the caffeine jolt, but honestly it's never done a whole lot to wake me up in the mornings. Unless I drink it on an empty stomach. Then it gets my heart going like a rabbit's and my eyes shoot wide and I feel like I'm about to go into a seizure. At night - I can get away with drinking caffeinated coffee at night, provided I have it no less than an hour before I go to bed. Studies have shown that when I drink coffee after 7pm, it loosens some wiring in my jaw or something and I have the potential to talk your ear off. As a normally quiet and reserved person, this has shocked some people.
In all honesty, I drink coffee for the smell. Even when I couldn't stand the taste, I adored the scent of coffee. I could walk into a coffee shop and sit there for hours and hours on end. If there was a super cute coffee shop near by (Dunkin Donuts does not anywhere near count... and I haven't been able to justify working for Starbucks. They all are drive ins around here anyhow), I would be begging them to hire me and forget this whole meeting and event planning degree. So yes, the smell and sometimes there's nothing like a good strong cup of joe.
Also, the mugs. Somewhere I developed a love for coffee mugs and I've started up a collection. Not just any old mug can make it in - it either has to be different than your average mug/pretty/meaning attached. I don't know why, I just love coffee mugs.
And that, my dear readers, is my ode to coffee. My mission complete and my duty fulfilled, I return now to my glass of Oktoberfest.