I’ve mentioned coffee a number of times in previous blogs over the years. This time I am speaking from a place of obsession. The goofy thing is that I only have one cup a day. Yet, it is one of the things I look forward to when I begin each day, and I don’t even have my cup of Joe until noon. It might also be the strange and uncertain times in which we live that have brought out our idiosyncrasies and weirdness.
My previous history with coffee was rather pedestrian. I enjoyed coffee. We were not besties, coffee and me, just casual friends. Several years ago I became a vegetarian and decided to eliminate coffee as well. I was fortunate not to have withdrawal symptoms or headaches. I was sans coffee for 10 years when, one day, everything changed.
It was during my teaching years. I would meet up with a couple of colleagues for some social time before the students arrived. They would first stop at a coffee shop near by to pick up a coffee and muffin. One morning I decided to partake in a coffee and muffin myself. That jump started me on my way to what has become ‘my thing.’
I don’t smoke or drink or have a particular hobby nor do I have an addictive personality. In fact, I can skip coffee with no ill effects. So what’s the deal?
My one cup a day absolutely needs to be a superior coffee. I’d go without if instant or pre-ground in a can were my choices. Drinking coffee has both psychological and physiological benefits. Coffee is a mood enhancer, helps with focus, memory and is energizing. All of which I love. All of which are scientifically validated.
My favorite outings usually include a trip to a coffee shop. Sometimes a friend and I would have our drinks there. Sometimes I would get a coffee to go. One day I realized the take out cup became nearly as important as the coffee itself. And, this is where it may sound wacky, but makes perfect sense in my mind. The take-out cup has come to be a metaphor for having a social experience. Getting out of my apartment, meeting up with a friend, having some conversation over a great coffee. A coffee shop is my third place as described in a previous blog.
When I get a coffee to go I often save the paper cup and lid. They come in handy for any number of things. Bear with me a little longer, I am getting to the point.
Of course, one cannot go to a coffee shop every day. Thus, I am forced to make my own. I do have a stock pile of my favorite coffee beans and a fine coffee grinder. Only issue is that the coffee never seems to taste as good as it does in the third place. Don’t get me wrong. It is still good coffee, but something is missing. I tried different mugs to see if any one of those might make a difference. Nada. Then, I thought, “What if I make the coffee and drink it from one of the take-out cups I saved?” That was it! The coffee actually tasted better as I created the illusion that this had to be the next best thing to being there. The sad thing is that I haven’t saved enough cups to get me through the pandemic. Maybe I can arrange for a real take out or a delivery. In which case I will be sure to save the cup.
The other day I was dreaming on the coffee I would have with my lunch. I decided I would actually go to a coffee shop. It was called Lillian’s Kitchen. The coffee beans, the grinder, a French Press unit, a plastic cone thing that you set over a mug , paper filters were all set out, but no take out containers. Good grief! It was obviously a DIY coffee shop. Seriously, I can’t imagine how this place can possibly stay in business.
BTW. Does anyone know where I can get a good haircut? Obviously, whoever declared hair salons and barber shops non-essential must be perennially bald.
Comments are welcomed.