Coffee


My love for coffee began while I lived in Costa Rica.  I didn’t drink it regularly, but often enough.  Café con leche…mmmmmm, there’s nothing better.  I taught English classes at a coffeeplantation, and snacked on chocolate-covered coffee beans every day.  Yeah, that definitely fueled my taste for it.

When I moved home, I started working “an office job” and my morning cup of java became a routine quickly.  I bought myself a 4-cup coffee maker, as it didn’t take me long to realize that I was missing it on the weekends.  It wasn’t the caffeine that I craved, but the ritual of a hot beverage in the morning.

I became a coffee addict in no time.

Fast forward a couple of years to when I met Jon. He is not a coffee drinker - boo.  So when I would stay at his place (after a long time dating of course…hi Mom and Dad), I really missed my coffee in the morning. A time or two I got up early and drove to the nearest gas station to get my fix.  Jon thought I was crazy. I then started stocking his fridge with Starbucks Frappuccinos.  It wasn’t a hot drink, but still delicious coffee, and convenient.  I think it was our second Christmas that Jon bought me a coffee maker for “his house.”  Ah yes, life was good.

A year ago, I realized how addicted I had become to coffee.  I noticed that on the rare days I didn’t have a cup of coffee, I had terrible headaches.  I was miserable.  I felt off.  The caffeine fix had a hold on me, a much stronger one than I ever expected.  I hated the feeling that I had become so dependent on caffeine.  Soda never really affected me in that way, though I didn’t drink it regularly.  But coffee, oh sweet coffee…


And so, because I was fearful of how much this little daily cup of coffee controlled how I felt, I decided to switch to decaf.  It. Was. Hard.  But I got there, over the hump of daily headaches, and still enjoyed my routine of a hot cup of coffee, sans the bad stuff. 

Fast more forward to last month.  Jon bought me a Kuerig for Christmas  GAH!  I’d been dreaming of having one some day, but because I was only drinking decaf and mostly at work I figured it didn't make sense right now.  I even specifically told Jon we did not need one after seeing a great sale one day.  (I learned later he went back the following day and bought it).  But I can't lie that I wasn't thrilled about having one.  And with every use I marvel at the convenience - no more trying to make small pots or spilled grounds or leftover coffee to discard.


However, it brought me out of my decaf routine, as it came with so many free k-cups of regular coffee that I couldn't bare to waste. So I am now very addicted to my morning cup of caffeinated joe again.  But you know, I don't really care.  I love coffee.  

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  1. Berbs33January 27, 2014 at 5:50 AM

    I am not a coffee drinker but somedays I will feel like I need to make myself like it just so I can feel like a grown up! And then I read something like this and I remind myself that I have enough addictions (pop and chocolate) so I do not need to add anymore! And the caffiene headaches are horrible... when I stopped drinking pop I thought I was doing to die but you do get through them. As for the Keurig, best thing ever! We have one too even though I dont drink coffee I do use it for hot chocolate all winter long! And Frankie likes coffee to this way he can enjoy a glass and not have to make an entire pot for himself.

    On a side note, I love the smell of coffee. I wish I could find a candle with that smell cuase I would light it every morning to help wake me up!

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    1. LisaJanuary 28, 2014 at 11:03 AM

      The smell was what actually encouraged me to start drinking it. Well, that and peer pressure by my Costa Rican friends. :) You should try it - use lots of creamer at first!

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  2. SuziJanuary 27, 2014 at 11:46 AM

    Two things:
    1 - I heard on the radio the other day that people who drink coffee have more sex.
    2 - Your 3rd picture is the epitome of distracted driving, lol! Coffee in one hand, taking a picture in the other ;)

    I wish I liked coffee. I think life would be much easier (i.e. most places you go carry coffee for free, I wouldn't have to buy pop)...

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    1. LisaJanuary 28, 2014 at 11:04 AM

      I know I'm bad for taking a photo while driving, with coffee in the other free hand... but to my defense, I did just hold up my phone and snap a few photos without even taking my eyes off the road. Also, #1 - what if only one of us drinks coffee? :)

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  3. AliRoseJanuary 28, 2014 at 9:41 AM

    Suzi that sex/coffee correlation is innnnnnteresting. ;)

    That first picture literally made me start drooling. Coffee is my life source.

    Also, there have been MANY a study that show that coffee is good for you. Too much cream and sugar, obviously, not. But coffee as a whole has many health benefits, and coffee drinkers are known to live longer and be healthier. Woot woot! I like to think, coffee has been around FOREVER, people have been drinking it FOREVER. Coffee is the bomb.

    Suzi/Mandy, you have to force yourself to drink it for a week or two, get some fancy creamer or something, or do half a cup off coffee mixed with half a cup of milk. I swear, it will only take a few weeks and you will like it. It is the same method I used for forcing myself to like beer in College. Both times it has been WORTH IT. ;)

    Check it:

    http://www.popsci.com/science/article/2013-02/why-coffee-good-you-here-are-7-reasons

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    1. LisaJanuary 28, 2014 at 11:07 AM

      You rock. This makes me feel better about being back on the caffeinated coffee train again. But if only I could drink it black...

      I don't anticipate giving it up ever again because I just love it too much. Everything in moderation, eh?

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