22 February 2011
out of coffee
I ran out of coffee last week, and I haven't been to the store since.
Do not chastise me about my priorities. In that time, I've been sick, laying in bed for what felt like days on end. I've also been to North Carolina, and I've eaten a hot dog from a place that was voted Best Hot Dog in America.
{In America, people. I at first thought it was just Best Hot Dog in Chicago, a feat all by itself. But no, it's all of America. This means that these hot dogs from Gene & Jude's beat the hot dogs you can get from the street vendors in NYC, and I have such a soft spot in my heart for those. Mostly because if I eat a lot of those during a trip to NYC, then I can justify more tickets to Broadway shows.}
How do I fit this all in, you're wondering?
Well, I do it by not doing other things, such as buying coffee at Trader Joe's. I'm so efficient.
Why run errands when there are hot dogs to be eaten and sick beds to be lain in? {Laid in? Laying in? Why are you so persnickety sometimes, English?}
But now I'm out of my sick bed, although my cough isn't and maybe it should have a sick bed of its own, although I don't know how that would be constructed. Also, it'd be cumbersome to carry around.
I'm no longer sick, and I have no coffee. The way I know I'm no longer too too sick is that I want coffee again. Ok, truth: I always want coffee, but when I have a death rattle and I'm high on cough medicine, I give near-continual lectures to myself about how coffee is not the best thing for me at that moment.
Tea is, and I don't really care for tea so I mostly end up drinking TheraFlu, which has the hilarious effect of making me so drowsy that I sometimes do not make it to my bed. I woke up on the rug in my bedroom last week when I was sick.
Now I want coffee, though, and there is none to be had in my condo.
Except for the instant kind, which I keep on hand for this dessert I make called marquise au chocolat. There are approximately 16 eggs in it, and it's served drizzled with coffee sauce. Now I want to eat that, but I don't have 16 eggs on hand; I have only instant coffee.
Which, it turns out, isn't that bad.
And that's all I wanted to say.
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Yesterday, my sister and I were commenting how one Bialetti is just about the perfect amount of coffee for the day. And I mentioned, "Isn't is a bit disconcerting that we each have to drink the whole Bialetti every morning?" And she said, "Well, it's not all that much espresso, really." We measured; it's 6 ounces of espresso. And, to be honest, I often have another pot around 4pm. My analysis? I also, always want coffee. Your analysis?
ReplyDeleteYesterday, my sister and I were commenting how one Bialetti is just about the perfect amount of coffee for the day. And I mentioned, "Isn't is a bit disconcerting that we each have to drink the whole Bialetti every morning?" And she said, "Well, it's not all that much espresso, really." We measured; it's 6 ounces of espresso. And, to be honest, I often have another pot around 4pm. My analysis? I also, always want coffee. Your analysis?
ReplyDeleteMy analysis? Coffee is a simple pleasure of life and should be enjoyed whenever possible.
ReplyDeleteHave you read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn? Poor family living in, not surprisingly, Brooklyn -- and there's this whole section on how coffee is one of their luxuries. This may have helped influence my "coffee is a treat" mentality.
Love this post!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Erica! Glad you liked it :)
ReplyDeleteI have read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. That or I saw it as a movie. They made it one when movies only came it black and white.
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