Wake up and smell the beans!
What an honor it is to be a part of this team blog. An honor, and an irony. . . considering I absolutely, positively, without a doubt HATE coffee. I do like the smell of the beans, but other than that, I just can't do it. I'll admit I tried.
When my grandfather was alive he always offered it to me when I went to his house. I tried sugar and lots of it. It might as well have been coffee flavored corn syrup. I tried lots and lots of milk or cream. I even tried three quarters milk to one quarter coffee with a ton of sugar. Yeah. Nothing. He loved coffee so much that he would make a pot in the morning, and then just leave it on the table all day, and yep, drink it all day. I didn't like it in the morning, much less in the afternoon.
Of course anyone who knows David knows that he's one of the best at preparing a good steamy cup of Joe. When we lived in Louisville, it was for that reason alone my wife loved going to the Price's house for dinner because he made such good coffee afterwards. And yes, he offered to make me a watered-down weeny version of espresso just to try to get me hooked but I always resisted. I would make a horrible missionary, you know, eating and drinking the local fare...especially if it was coffee. Fortunately, our friendship was never based on a like or dislike of coffee so when we met at the coffee shop he drank coffee, I drank vanilla chai and he made fun of me. But that's ok. I'm comfortable in my non-coffetic lifestyle. (Did I just make up a word?)
Then there's my wife. She happens to love coffee, which works out great for me because she makes it, I can smell it, don't have to touch it, and don't have to feel guilty that a pot of coffee was made that I didn't drink. That is, until the pot sits on the counter for a week and turns into a green science project...then well, it's time to do something. There's nothing like waking up and saying, "Hey baby, could I have a steamy cup of penicillin?" I don't think they serve that at Starbucks. But I digress.
On the other hand, I am hooked on caffeine. Coka cola caffeine. I can easily down four or five a day like it's nothing. I'm talking about a serious problem here folks. If you own stock in Coke, I've quite possibly made you rich. I'm contributing to your retirement as you read this. Just the thought of a can popping open makes me salivate.
A new day has dawned though. We went to the store last night and I was out of, you guessed it, Cokes. When I walked down that aisle, thought of the price of gas, and saw a 12 pack for 4.39 or 4.99 or something like that, and I asked myself, "Could this be good stewardship gone bad?" What does it say when it costs less to purchase a gallon of gas (at these prices) than a pack of cokes that I can make disappear in two days? So I did it. I just said "no". That's right. I said no to the temptation. And today you wanna know how I felt? Elated? Victorious? Nah. I had a massive caffeine headache. So when I got home, I downed the closest glass of tea I could find. I could have taken Excedrin which has some caffine in it, but then where would I get a massive load of sugar that I can get with a big ol' glass of sweet tea? I guess I"m just trading one bad habit for another.
Anyway, I think this blog is actually intended for Christian commentary on life which I suppose may not have much to do with my view of coffee. Unless we're going to talk about caffeine addiction as an alternate drug and the hypocrisy of being a non drug user but being hooked on caffeine...but that's just too heavy a topic just before bed time. So anyway, thanks for making me part of this group even though I'm the non-coffee-drinking-non-conformist. So pull up a chair, pour yourself a cup, and let's sit a while. You can drink the coffee, I'll just smell the beans.
When my grandfather was alive he always offered it to me when I went to his house. I tried sugar and lots of it. It might as well have been coffee flavored corn syrup. I tried lots and lots of milk or cream. I even tried three quarters milk to one quarter coffee with a ton of sugar. Yeah. Nothing. He loved coffee so much that he would make a pot in the morning, and then just leave it on the table all day, and yep, drink it all day. I didn't like it in the morning, much less in the afternoon.
Of course anyone who knows David knows that he's one of the best at preparing a good steamy cup of Joe. When we lived in Louisville, it was for that reason alone my wife loved going to the Price's house for dinner because he made such good coffee afterwards. And yes, he offered to make me a watered-down weeny version of espresso just to try to get me hooked but I always resisted. I would make a horrible missionary, you know, eating and drinking the local fare...especially if it was coffee. Fortunately, our friendship was never based on a like or dislike of coffee so when we met at the coffee shop he drank coffee, I drank vanilla chai and he made fun of me. But that's ok. I'm comfortable in my non-coffetic lifestyle. (Did I just make up a word?)
Then there's my wife. She happens to love coffee, which works out great for me because she makes it, I can smell it, don't have to touch it, and don't have to feel guilty that a pot of coffee was made that I didn't drink. That is, until the pot sits on the counter for a week and turns into a green science project...then well, it's time to do something. There's nothing like waking up and saying, "Hey baby, could I have a steamy cup of penicillin?" I don't think they serve that at Starbucks. But I digress.
On the other hand, I am hooked on caffeine. Coka cola caffeine. I can easily down four or five a day like it's nothing. I'm talking about a serious problem here folks. If you own stock in Coke, I've quite possibly made you rich. I'm contributing to your retirement as you read this. Just the thought of a can popping open makes me salivate.
A new day has dawned though. We went to the store last night and I was out of, you guessed it, Cokes. When I walked down that aisle, thought of the price of gas, and saw a 12 pack for 4.39 or 4.99 or something like that, and I asked myself, "Could this be good stewardship gone bad?" What does it say when it costs less to purchase a gallon of gas (at these prices) than a pack of cokes that I can make disappear in two days? So I did it. I just said "no". That's right. I said no to the temptation. And today you wanna know how I felt? Elated? Victorious? Nah. I had a massive caffeine headache. So when I got home, I downed the closest glass of tea I could find. I could have taken Excedrin which has some caffine in it, but then where would I get a massive load of sugar that I can get with a big ol' glass of sweet tea? I guess I"m just trading one bad habit for another.
Anyway, I think this blog is actually intended for Christian commentary on life which I suppose may not have much to do with my view of coffee. Unless we're going to talk about caffeine addiction as an alternate drug and the hypocrisy of being a non drug user but being hooked on caffeine...but that's just too heavy a topic just before bed time. So anyway, thanks for making me part of this group even though I'm the non-coffee-drinking-non-conformist. So pull up a chair, pour yourself a cup, and let's sit a while. You can drink the coffee, I'll just smell the beans.
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posted by Kim Reeder at 11/19/2007 08:35:00 PM
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It was for that reason alone she liked coming to our house?! Sheesh.
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