As the second cup, well, probably the third, in terms of volumetric measure, drips through the filter, I contemplate giving up coffee. It’s not an easy thing to do, even as bad as this Maxwell House is. Do people really drink this stuff on purpose?
The electric grinder died as I prepped for this trip, and so I thought okay, by hand then, or maybe buy pre-ground. The hand grinder needs a firm base, after all, something I could make for it in the van, but really, a lot of space, and mass.
It never crossed my mind to give up the coffee, not ’til just this morning as I thought about the second cup, well third, of really shitty Maxwell House. It’s coffee that wants half and half, and half and half wants cool. The cooler is already a thing I have to figure out, say, do I really need one?
Or can I live without?
A cooler, yes, for sure, little half and halves can be had for sure, with simple restaurant visits, but coffee in the morning?
Can I live without that stuff, first thing in the morning? It’s warm, it’s rich, it’s just so right, could I really switch to tea? One with caffeine, for sure, but something with some flavor, some wake me up as well? My coffee is always zehr strong, most folks don’t like it at all, too much. Even my gut rebels if the cream is not there to protect it, my gut not at all the sensitive type.
I bought the Maxwell House at the local mini mart with gas and ice and beer. Yes, beer. I drank a six of Belgian Ale, drank it over the weekend, and it was way wicked good, but man I had to pee so much and surely could not sleep. Perhaps a beer now and again, but not by habit. No, I don’t need a cooler for beer, don’t need beer at all.
I do love coffee. Tea, too, but differently. We’ll see.