There comes a point in every coffee lover’s life that they need to ask themselves: How far will I go?
I have reached this point several times, given that I have gone caffeine free several times. Once back on the bean, I find I will do what it takes to get my java.
I drink more than a mere cup. So I import mini cans of Starbucks Doubleshots. It does the opposite of what you’d think. Knowing I have my stash helps me sleep at night.
Initially, I was on board with this goal, with the promise of a coffee stop en route. But then we hit traffic. The coffee stop had to be bumped to first thing when we walk in.
We walk in and the closest kiosk displays the doomsday news: coffee is about fifty bucks. Well, that’s how Mr. Gregorific saw it. He mentally computes the price of beans, water, heat, and materials used to make the cup. Or something close to that. Once he has a number in his head, paying more is like asking him for a kidney.
Not me. Certain things are worth a kidney (his). I purchased one cup, and swallowed it down along with comments about how I was basically drinking gold.
I had a lot of time to think while standing in lines. And more lines. And chasing after Princesses and Godmothers and such. At some point, I decided it was my turn.
I made sure each kid’s hand was being held and then proclaimed, “You know what? It’s a small world, I’m going for coffee, let me know how they like the ride.” I hear they loved it. Almost as much as I did my fresh cup of hot liquid gold.
Situation: No milk. Okay, don’t panic. Do you have powdered milk? Do you have yogurt? Yogurt is a last resort but it’s better (to me) than drinking it black. Sure, the yogurt forms blobs of curds on the top, but just close your eyes.
Situation: Accidentally bought unground coffee, and you don’t own or you broke your grinder. Well, you have a blender, right? You have a mortar and pestle? A strong arm and a Ziplock bag?
Hmmm…is there a group for this? I bet they serve great coffee.