I orchestrate my mornings to the tune of coffee.
via: Spilling the Beans
Coffee #20 on November 20th. HeheHehe.
No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.
~Henry Ward Beecher
via: Spilling the Beans
Guess what!? I got ANOTHER coffee maker. One might think that I have a problem (and maybe I do…) but there is some rational. In college, Erin and I shared a big, red coffee maker, out of which we drank many of the cups of coffee that got us through school. But, it was Erin’s coffee maker, and when we moved out, she took it. I had a small coffee maker that my in-laws had given me for my desk at work (where there was NO COFFEE MAKER! Have you heard of such a thing? An office without coffee?) which I used until I smashed it on the counter. Eventually, I got a new coffee maker, and I was unimpressed from the start. Mr. Coffee made coffee that smelled funky and tasted worse. I thought it was just new-coffee-pot-funk, but it never went away.
We’ve been doing a lot of cleaning out and getting rid of things we don’t need/want/like very much, and Mr. Coffee made it into that last category. Tired of making terrible coffee, and with a bunch of coffee left over that was already ground, so no good for the French press, I caved.
There are three important benefits to this coffee maker.
I hope this will be the last coffee maker I have to purchase for several years.
Coffee falls into the stomach … ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop … the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similies arise, the paper is covered with ink …
~Honore de Balzac
via: Daily Shot of Coffee
Maybe this is why I always get more work done when I’m working in a coffee shop. As long as I’m also drinking coffee, of course.
Of the many things I believed I could go without for these months without our stuff, I believed that I could go without my coffee maker. For a while, I was quite successful. There is coffee in the community room of our apartment complex (if you get there early enough) and I often used getting coffee as an excuse to leave the house. The final straw, however, is that I have been becoming less and less able to consume massive amounts of caffeine like I used to! I don’t know how this happened! In college I could drink gallons of coffee and never have a problem. Now, I have one cup too close to bed time (like, noon) and I’m up until 3 am. It might have to do with how much more well rested I am now than I was while pulling all-nighters in college. Perhaps.
So the apartment coffee was out – they brew only full strength, which I don’t blame them for. But an inability to handle caffeine has not squelched my need for coffee. At. All. And since we’re trying this new thing called “living on a budget,” I was getting tired of how much money I was spending on fancy-coffee-drinks-without-caffeine at fancy-coffee-places. Harumph. Plus, they don’t have free refills, and I refuse to get anything besides “tall” or “small” (which, somehow, are the same size…) and sometimes I still need a gallon of decaf. Necessary.
I have been talking about trying a French Press coffee maker for some time. They look fun! And classy! And, since I already own a perfectly good coffee maker, I didn’t want to buy another just like it. So I decided to try out the French Press. Which, of course, also included buying a coffee grinder (it requires course ground coffee, as if I know what that looks like, but you can’t just buy it off the shelf), and coffee beans.
Verdict: the coffee was super weak. I’ve since upped the amount of coffee beans I grind, and I’ve gotten better at grinding them. If you look at the sludge picture, you can see that many of the coffee beans are still whole, thus not contributing to great coffee. But I like the French Press as much as I hoped I would! (How often does that happen?!) It makes good coffee, it’s super easy to use, and I can forget about it without worrying about catching my house on fire. Because, let’s be honest, we all worry about that when we leave the coffee pot/curling iron/straightener on.
I thought I’d mix it up a little this fine Tuesday morning! My favorite Swiss Miss (who I re-blog soooo much) has a lovely temporary tattoo shop called Tattly. It’s grown-up design-y fun, and, although I haven’t yet purchased a single one, I want pretty much every one I see!
About a week ago, Tattly came out with COFFEE tattly(ies?). And I’m super excited about them!
It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity. I bet this kind of thing does not happen to heroin addicts. I bet that when serious heroin addicts go to purchase their heroin, they do not tolerate waiting in line while some dilettante in front of them orders a hazelnut smack-a-cino with cinnamon sprinkles.