For those of you that know me, or for those that read my (old) About Me page, you know I hate coffee. Hate it.
The smell, yuck!
The taste, yuck!
The shakes that I get after drinking it and the sick feeling, heck no!
I’m a green tea girl.
Green. Goodness. Pure. Low Caffeine. Peace. Flowers and rainbows. Ahh, what a lovely picture.
But people sometimes life is hard.
And sometimes I don’t want to get out of bed before the sun is even up.
And sometimes I’m tired.
I’ll admit it. Girlfriend gets tired.
And then something wonderful happened.
Or perhaps wonderful isn’t really the word.
I suppose I finally got to the place that all adults eventually get to. The place where you simply cannot muster on. The worrying, the sleepless nights, the constant having to be on all. the. time. Living the simple life still has its fair share of worries and sleepless nights. It all brings you to a place where there is no going forward. A place that is so ugly and you are so worn out that you just want to collapse in a heap under the weight that is life.
But there is hope. Because in that place……
Oh coffee, why have I shunned you all these years?!
The smell is fabulous.
The taste is incredible.
The shakes that I get afterwards give me the push I need to keep moving, lest my heart stop completely from all the caffeine surging through my veins.
I can get things done in record time.
I can type blog posts even though my hands are shaking so bad.
And I still thirst for more!
It’s a sickness. My life of green tea flower child has been cast aside for the darkness that is coffee. And the darker the better. I’m a dark roast girl. Bitter is my middle name.
I also have standards.
I don’t want none of that cheap already ground bottom shelf stuff. I want whole bean. I want to grind it fresh in the morning and savor the smell. I want full flavour. I want richness. I want decadence. I want to get throat punched by the caffeine dang-it!
Then I slowly drizzle in raw local honey that is so freaking delicious that I don’t even know what to do with myself, and finish it off with cream from our dairy goat, that I was saving to make butter with. But my new dark friend demands a slight creaminess to its bitterness so butter be gone, this cream is for coffee now.
And people, it’s a-m-a-z-i-n-g.
Although, this level of coffee snobbery has caused a problem when on the go. I have yet to have found a place that can produce a coffee that is even close to as good. It could be that their coffee just isn’t as good. It could be that they don’t have the high quality ingredients to enhance the coffee. It could be a combination of the 2. But whatever it is, it keeps me home, drinking my own coffee in front of the wood stove. Which means that I save money and can continue to afford this new and expensive luxury that I have stumbled upon. So if you invite me out for coffee don’t be surprised if I fall back onto my old reliable – the green tea. Because everyone can make a cup of tea. You need talent to make good coffee.
To all you coffee lovers out there, I totally get you now. Unless you like light roast. Then I don’t think we can be friends.
I just won’t share with you.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need another hit. The shakes are starting to wear off.
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