Square peg round hole. That is an apt description of me and a certain beverage. Although I suspect others could fill in different items for me where I don’t fit the “norm”.
I read this article about the Coffee cup and my friend Deirdre keeps blogging about coffee and tea here @https://havebonesawwilltravel.wordpress.com.
She recently spent time working in Ethiopia and was immersed in coffee. Which seems appropriate considering the country stands in 5th place for exporting the beans.
Never mind that this is a cream picture in a coffee post. I couldn’t find my way to the beginning of Deidre’s trip to Ethiopia on my phone. Well she went by plane not by phone! But I have no internet at home (which sounds like her life in Ethiopia)and so can’t find my way back to the beginning to do the photo Of how they do this coffee ceremony. So in the interest of actually hitting publish I just cheated with a different photo she posted of cream for coffee. But I digress again!
This prompted me, much earlier in the day, to look up some statistics about this beverage that, to me, smells gross. Who knew that there was a Coffee Association of Canada and that they have annual meetings? Not me for one.
I actually thought that the number of cups consumed out of home would be way higher than 29%. Like when was the last time you drove by a Tim’s that didn’t have a car line up. Or like the local hospital Starbucks where there is always a line up. And no I’m not exaggerating. Day in day out.
But it seems like coffee isn’t quite coffee anymore. I owed a young colleague for covering my call so I could go out for supper with our daughter on her birthday. So I bought her a coffee. Grande, extra hot blonde roast Misto; two pumps white mocha syrup, with whip cream and caramel drizzle to top. I kid you not. Like I had to write it down to get it straight. Interesting that it wasn’t super expensive though apparently because this Misto is cheaper than espresso and almost as much caffeine. Or something like that.
Around the world coffee is consumed in frightening amounts and in various strengths. Ask an Auzzie about Canadian coffee or a European about American coffee. Did you know it sits second on the world trade stage after oil? Over half a trillion cups per year. Holy crap that’s a lot of money for something that smells bad. Plus time spent in line ups.
I’ve actually bribed my adult daughter to come visit me at work. You see she was a broke student and there is that Starbucks here. She consented to a picture on her last first day of school ever because I bought her a coffee. Not just any coffee but some fence vanilla something or other. Heck if I can remember. I’ve been marrried for 35 years and I can’t tell you if he takes cream, sugar or both in his coffee.
I would be remiss if I didn’t share my personal memories of coffee. Old school perking on the stove in the morning along side the fried eggs. Instant nausea. Add to that the smell gives me a headache and I had never tried coffee. I made it through all those years of nursing school and working nights without a cup of it crossing my lips.
Fast forward many many years. We’re in the middle of the demolition phase of restoring our old house. It’s hot as hell out and I’m pulling out insulation out of the attic. For someone who rarely sweats it was pouring off of me. We had hired our friends teenage son to help along with our son. It was ugly work; add to that we had no running water so refreshment came from a thermos. After several hours that doesn’t seem very fresh. So when our friends showed up with iced Capps (I got a chocolate one for your Bernie, you’ll never know it has coffee. So said my friend Greg) I thought yes something wet and cold. I figured I could handle it. Well not so much. By the time it hit my stomach I thought I’m going to puke. By the time I thought that I had a full on insanely intense headache. And no it wasn’t a brain freeze headache — I’ve had a couple of slurries so I do know what that is. It was my bodies reaction to coffee.
Square peg round hole. All the more for you coffee drinkers.