For me, every morning is a coffee morning. A delicious, full-bodied coffee morning. You, too? Yesterday I was supposed to buy more coffee. Lately I’ve been buying Ethiopian Harrar coffee. Waiting in line though always leaves ample time to be swayed because the person(s) in front of me usually have a dialogue going with the “coffee expert”, behind the counter. So instead of having Ethiopian Harrar in mind, I begin to consider switching. Ah, but switching can be a problem. What if their tastes are entirely different from mine? “Be a sport,” I tell myself, “try it.” And so it goes until it’s my turn. By the time I reach the counter the choice can go either way, and it usually depends on nothing really, whatever comes to mind at the time.
However, yesterday I didn’t buy coffee, and this morning there was only about two tablespoons left – enough for a small French Press. Perfect! I measured two tablespoons of coffee into the French Press. But the French Press was filled with the water I’d forgotten to heat. And there floated the two tablespoons of coffee in the cold water. www.sweetmarias.com/prod.brewers.frenchpress.shtml
Tea is fine, too, but a delicious, full-bodied cup of coffee is a very nice way to start the day.
Every other month I try to give up coffee so that I won’t be a drone like slave to the bean. I have found that drinking black tea is a good substitute. But you’re right, a cup of coffee makes one feel like they are ammo-ed up for the day. Mostly I like fiddling with the accoutrments of the coffee experience; soy milk? Stevia? Will Splenda kill me someday, is it really made out of chlorine? skim milk? Or be a glutton and put in cream? Cream is such a faux pas in this dieting world that sometimes it isn’t found on the coffee counter in a cafe. Whole milk is the crazy fattening pitcher, standing boldly next to the soy milk and skim. Why does using a tablespoon of cream feel like a gluttonous indulgence and yet I will eat a bowl of ice cream and feel a childish glee?