why did I decide to cut down on coffee right before the school year
madness? Where will I be without a morning commuter fix of Sumatra
cafe au lait, followed by a mid-morning iced hazelnut latte and
post-lunch Turkish coffee? The thought of eating no-dunk, dry
biscotti seems like such a letdown, right up there with rainy
parades and bad hair days.
Granted, "cutting down" is not the same thing as "giving up,"
but I already miss the small indulgences, as well as the brief
catch up time with coworkers and my favorite coffeehouse barista.
Hmmm, I'll have to live -- or sip -- vicariously through other java
Fellow coffee lovers, please paint the mental picture for me,
down to the final whiff of coffee beans: What roast do you prefer?
Pre-ground, or do you have your own grinder at home? Let's get down
'n' dirty; give me even the controversial buzz: flavoring syrups,
non-dairy creamers, decaf, instant coffee -- don't hold back!
Believe me, when you're biting your knuckles from a missed coffee
klatch, no related tale is too tawdry.
So 'fess up. If you've been guilty of coffee hoarding, grind
snobbery or speeeeed-talking, feel free to share your
I can empathize: I'll be in my office, drinking water and
leaving teeth marks on my thumb. Maybe I'll switch to