It took me 38 years, but I am now a coffee drinker.
It started so innocently over the past few years. My secretaries and esteemed pastoral colleagues drink coffee at the office. They brew it every day. I was never interested in drinking warm liquid on hot days and six months of the year are warm in Kansas. Further, my prior contact with coffee while growing up was a dark black brew with a shot (or two) of Southern Comfort. I really didn't like the taste of whiskey coffee (no offense Dad!).
My office is a converted garage with poor insulation. In the winter months it gets pretty cold in there even when I crank the heat. So a couple years ago I would grab a cup of coffee from the office maker to stay warm. I'd load it with cream and sweetener as the taste wasn't terribly appealing. I'm also quite a distance from the bathroom so given the effects of coffee, running back and forth to the latrine wasn't pleasant.
But then something happened. This past Fall moving in to winter I began to like the taste a little more. As Gun's and Roses wrote concerning their addiction to alcohol-"I used ta do a little but a little wouldn't do So the little got more and more." Of course, I'm not addicted to coffee, I could quit any time...but I like it enough to have a cup (or three) each day.
I have lots of coffee snob friends (see:Nathan Clark George). My pastor friends and secretaries aren't really in that category, so I don't feel too outclassed in the office environs. My dilemma, however, was at home. We didn't own a coffee maker so it was time to take the plunge. My mother recommended a Keurig one cup at a time maker. With Kohl's coupon in hand I bought our first legitimate coffee maker at age 38 and 5 months. So, I have finally arrived. I must sign off now as I enjoy my cup of Nantucket Blend.
It started so innocently over the past few years. My secretaries and esteemed pastoral colleagues drink coffee at the office. They brew it every day. I was never interested in drinking warm liquid on hot days and six months of the year are warm in Kansas. Further, my prior contact with coffee while growing up was a dark black brew with a shot (or two) of Southern Comfort. I really didn't like the taste of whiskey coffee (no offense Dad!).
My office is a converted garage with poor insulation. In the winter months it gets pretty cold in there even when I crank the heat. So a couple years ago I would grab a cup of coffee from the office maker to stay warm. I'd load it with cream and sweetener as the taste wasn't terribly appealing. I'm also quite a distance from the bathroom so given the effects of coffee, running back and forth to the latrine wasn't pleasant.
But then something happened. This past Fall moving in to winter I began to like the taste a little more. As Gun's and Roses wrote concerning their addiction to alcohol-"I used ta do a little but a little wouldn't do So the little got more and more." Of course, I'm not addicted to coffee, I could quit any time...but I like it enough to have a cup (or three) each day.
I have lots of coffee snob friends (see:Nathan Clark George). My pastor friends and secretaries aren't really in that category, so I don't feel too outclassed in the office environs. My dilemma, however, was at home. We didn't own a coffee maker so it was time to take the plunge. My mother recommended a Keurig one cup at a time maker. With Kohl's coupon in hand I bought our first legitimate coffee maker at age 38 and 5 months. So, I have finally arrived. I must sign off now as I enjoy my cup of Nantucket Blend.
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Matthew got me a K-pot coffee maker for Christmas! You can buy the little coffees on Amazon.com for the best price, but what I like best is my little reusable filter basket. That way, I can buy my own coffee (Millstone Decaf Hazelnut) on sale at the grocery store, and still use it in my K-pot! ;^) Welcome to the world. I'm going to go make a second cup on this chilly day.
Well, well. The next thing on the list should be a mill grinder, then perhaps a two cup Bialetti, then a bean roaster, then.... You will never be able to look back. Soon coffee will fill your dreams, cause you to drive blocks out of your way because that one shop does it right, and eventually...you will turn into a snob. Welcome aboard.
It's a great machine my Aunt Donna gave us the Krueig Platinum for Christmas and my wife at desert time always suprises me we a strong brew of her choosing. Great for those one cup moments or special occasions.
So do you still add cream and sugar? If you drink it black, it will put hair on your chest. Too bad it doesn't work for the head, but you should see my chest (wait, that didn't come out right).
One warning regarding addiction. You may not be technically addicted, but if your consumption gets up to 3-4 cups or more per day, skipping a day will give you a wicked bad headache. I had a terrible stomach bug after Thanksgiving, and not being able to drink coffee extended my illness a couple of days beyond its normal course. I finally had to ignore the nausea and force myself to gulp down some java to get over the hump. Oh, the shame of addiction!
Welcome to the club, though!
I'm Italian, no more hair on my chest needed. I'm just trying to keep it off my back...
I like a little cream in there.
Reep, hahahaha, funny. You're going to love the Keurig. It does the trick great for a one cupper. The bad thing is that there are so many different flavors of coffee and so little time, not even to mention that some like their coffee weak, while some like it strong so it can be tasted. At the church I attend, some of the people who make the coffee for fellowship should really only be allowed to call their coffee, tea. It's so week. Yet, I drink it for the fellowship. But, enjoy your java.
Reep, I see you changed the picture above your profile. What possessed you to post that picture (I'm sure it was the jersey, but your expression....), I'm not sure. Your earlier picture was much better from the standpoint that it's better to have a picture of a smiling pastor than a picture of one who looks like he's battling a strong wind, or battling the impatience of getting his next cup of coffee.
I'm smiling dude.
Oh, I didn't notice, because of the wincing look.
Wince = smile
A wince is the ultimate tough-guy smile. Think Dirty Harry.
Tony - I'm surprised that as a good Siciliano you don't enjoy a good espresso. You must get that from the irish side of the family.
On second thought...it could truly be a wince of pain in the picture. After all, look at the jersey he's wearing...
GO NEW JERSEY DEVILS!!
Ah yes, the Devils. Hard to argue they are indeed Satan's team.
It looks like Reepicheep readers are all a bunch of coffee sommeliers, including yours truly who consumes at least a pot a day. Still got the old fashioned kind, but our son Tim has got one of those fancy, “one at a time” yuppie machines.
Sometimes Jesus' transforming power isn't evident until much later in a Christian's life.
Sometimes Jesus' transforming power isn't evident until after a cup of coffee.
So Nathan, you're adding coffee to the "Means of Grace"? hmmm...interesting.
Woody- you must have a kidney stone the size of a golf ball. That's not going to end well brother.
Before this post gets to far down the pike, have you yet realized the delight of tasting your favorite dunked donut in your favorite coffee? After gassing-up, I just got home from a local, "Kwik Trip," with my 34 oz. mug filled with coffee and a six-pack of chocolate glazed donuts. I only ate three. The best part of the deal was finding out that my usual coffee flavor from the, "Kwik Trip," Kona Blend, was out. So, my 34 ounces. of coffee was free - normally $1.29. And, that happening for the second time this week. Enjoy that Keurig. Cheers!
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