The Scent of…a Newly Opened Can of Coffee

I scrapped the last grounds from the coffee can and reached for the new one.

I like my coffee.  I like it hot or room temperature.  And, I like it black.  Nothing more. Nothing less.

I prepare my coffee maker each night before going to bed so the first thing that greets me in the morning is the aroma of brewing coffee.

Aaahhhh.

As I was saying, I scraped the few final grounds from the can of coffee and reached for the new can.  I removed the lid and stared at the silver air tight seal that covered the opening of the can.

I hesitated.

“I really should wait to open this until tomorrow morning,” I thought.  But, I quickly dismissed the thought and yanked the silver seal from the can.

Immediately, I knew I should have lingered longer over that thought.

The aroma of fresh coffee grounds curled up my nostrils and into my brain.

AAAAAHHHH…what an aroma.  This must be what Heaven smells like.

I shook my head in an attempt to clear it and quickly scooped out the grounds I needed to complete my task at hand.

I snapped the lid back on the can and put it away.

But, the wonderful fragrance lingered.

And, it followed me as I passed through the house to the bedroom.

I closed the door upon it, but it slipped under and followed me into bed.

“Darn coffee,” I said to Hubby.  “I can smell it all the way in here.”

Throughout the night, each time I woke, I did so to the aroma of fresh coffee grounds.

Aaaaahhhh…talk about sweet dreams.

This morning when I rose, I did so to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

I’ve had 7 cups so far and my morning just crossed into the afternoon.  I’ve added more of the fragrant grounds atop those in the filter and poured more water into the coffee pot’s reservoir.

There’s still 6 cups left and my day is hardly half gone.  I take my last sip of coffee at 6 pm – nothing later.

AAAAHHHHH…excuse me while I enjoy another cup.

First Cup of the Day

I cupped my hot coffee cup in my hands as I stood at the front door and watched Daughter scrap frost from her car’s windows.  My mind was hours away…dreaming of my outdoors plans for today.

It was time for another sip of coffee so I glanced down to make sure the handle of the cup wouldn’t be in the way when I brought it to my mouth. I paused, confused.  There was something in my cup.

A long something lay along the side of my half-full cup and curled along the top of the coffee – half, submerged. It was fairly wide at the top of the cup and tapered to a point at the end as it curled atop my coffee.

I stood very still.  Whatever it was…I didn’t want it to get away.  And, I was a little alarmed because I held my cup up…about 8 inches from my chin.

To see a little more clearly, I pulled my head back just a bit and looked down through the bifocal part of my reading glasses.  As I did, the something wiggled – just slightly moving on the top of the coffee.

I pulled back a bit more, and began to move the cup away and the something began to move quickly up and out of my coffee cup…in my direction!

My eyesight might not be that good in the morning, but my reflexes were awesome. I caught it before it fully left the cup.

There I stood – my coffee cup in my right hand and in my left the limp, brown, wet, slightly warm tendril-like portion of my unbrushed hair that had slipped from behind my shoulder and into my coffee cup.

My heart pounded – whether from the half cup of coffee I’d already downed or the excitement of the something in my cup, I wasn’t sure.

I also wasn’t sure what to do with the remainder of that cup of coffee.  My hair, while not filthy, had been handled with germ-filled hands in the hours since it had last been washed. How many of them had crawled into my coffee cup and mixed in my coffee? I had no idea.

My first thought was to pour it out, wash the cup and start again.

My second thought was to stop thinking so much and just drink the coffee.

Just drink the coffee – that’s what my morning brain said and so I followed her directive.

I’m well into my second cup of coffee and I can’t seem to wash away the odd taste that clings to the back of my throat.  The taste is reminiscent of the scent of the conditioner I used on my hair….

Sometimes it’s just best to accept what you have in hand and make the most of it.

And, other times it’s best to pour out what you have and fill your cup again with fresh.

Sometimes it’s hard to know which is best until after the choice is made.

Lessons learned?

  1. When in doubt…pour it out.
  2. My morning brain will always opt for the most immediate coffee option.
  3. Things are not always as they appear…especially when they wiggle and move in your first cup of the day.
  4. When presented with a choice, immediate gratification is rarely the WISE option.

Smoking May be Hazardous to Your Health

50 years ago today, US Surgeon General Luther Terry reported that smoking may be hazardous to your health.

Yep.  That was in 1964.

Would you believe there was a time when many doctors actually told their patients to smoke? …for their health??

Yep, again. Patients with asthma and other respiratory problems were encouraged to smoke, especially products with menthol, to open up their airways and encourage deep breathing.

Check out this vintage cigarette ad.

I can remember when it seemed everyone on TV and many in my extended family smoked.  To be cool or part of the crowd it was assumed that you had to smoke. No one seemed to question it or the impact it was having on the lives of those who smoked or those who inhaled their smoke.

Much has changed in the past 50 years where smoking cigarettes is concerned and as a non smoker I’m oh, so glad! I never liked the smell of cigarette smoke, the taste of ash tray mouth when relatives kissed me hello or goodbye, or the way I smelled after being around them.

50 years ago someone stood up and said smoking may be hazardous to your health.  Doctors changed their advice and their own habits. Regulations and warnings were issued about cigarettes and smoking.

I can’t help but wonder what we are doing today that we (and our doctors) think is healthy but will most likely be the end of us.

Artificial sweeteners, artificial fats, medication, additives, plastics…the list goes on of things that we ingest, come in contact with, breathe in…do day after day after day that come with potential health risks.

We’ve come a long way, baby. But, have we come far enough?

Argh…my coffee cup’s empty again…time for my 5th cup of the day.  They say coffee’s good for you.  At least, that’s what they say today. 😉

National Coffee Day

I have a new favorite holiday. It’s today…National Coffee Day!

For information about the beginning of this aromatic day check Wikipedia.

For information about where to get free coffee today visit Parade.com.

For ideas on how to celebrate National Coffee Day, check Wikihow.

Want to send a free e-card to a fellow coffee lover?

Are you on Facebook?  Like National coffee day!

Love KK Donuts or Dunkin’ Donuts? Yeah, they’re giving away free coffee. 🙂

Hubby’s not all that about coffee, but he does love KK Donuts.

So…guess where you can find us later today.  Hope to see you there!

Happy National Coffee Day!

Good to the Last Drop

Maxwell House is my preferred brand of coffee.

I scooped the final grounds from the blue container yesterday and savored my final cup of Maxwell House.  It was good to the last drop.

…final cup until all of the grounds in the red container are used and a new supply of Maxwell House is obtained.

I’m not a coffee connoisseur, but I know what I like and this cup of Folgers is not it. Perhaps I need to fiddle with the amount of grounds per cups of water.

Maxwell House French Roast was smooth.  Folgers Country Roast Mild hangs in the back of my throat…powdery and bitter.

When I draw the coffee into my mouth and it crosses my tongue, there’s not that “coffee” moment where my taste buds say “wow!” This brew tastes watery…dirty.  Like it was, indeed, ground this morning.

And, it sets my teeth on edge.

Not one to open a container and fail to finish it, I may be tempted to seek a Maxwell House sale somewhere and spread this sorry excuse for brew on a patch of weeds I saw sprouting along my fence row.

The best part of waking up is certainly not Folgers in my cup this morning!

Hubby will be up soon and I’ll watch his expression as he sips his first cup.

My mind drifts to the brim full red container in the cabinet.  It was a great price and it was a brand name coffee.  Two of my favorite criteria for purchasing coffee. And, at the time, I thought it was a bargain because of the size of the container.

Right now, I’m thinking of how many days it will take for me to run though this much Folgers and wondering if it wouldn’t be easier if I just went sans coffee.

I gave up ketchup for Lent and after 38 days have no desire for it…would it not be the same with coffee?

Nah…ketchup is one thing.  Coffee is another.

I’ll adjust the ingredients until I find an agreeable solution…or at least one that doesn’t set my teeth on edge.

After all, I’m a coffee commonsewer. If I can drink McD’s coffee lukewarm, I can get through this 270 cup container of Folgers Country Roast Mild.

Two cups so far, heading for my third. That only leaves 267 to go.

Drop by and stay awhile.  I’ll put a new pot of coffee on. We’ll drink and chat and drink some more.  That will bring it down to 257 cups.

Yeah, I’ve got this figured out.  Where’s the newspaper? Somewhere in this city, someone must have a good deal on Maxwell House French Roast!

15 Things Worth Knowing about Coffee

Coffee.

Who would have thought there could be 15 things worth knowing about coffee?

I mean, really…all one needs to know is that coffee is – coffee.

Right?

Wrong.

I happened upon an interesting site worth sharing.

15 (ish) Things Worth Knowing about Coffee is an entertaining and informative look at…coffee.

Grab a cup of Joe, pull up a chair and click on the link above.

Hail, Queen Coffee

Her throne sits on my kitchen counter.

A red light glows when she is in residence.

Daily, she rules over the lives of women and men.

A glass carafe encompasses her, increasing her availability to those who seek audience with her.

She is beautiful to behold.

Her delightful aroma announces her presence and rouses her worshipers from their stupor.

Servants gather ’round her – content to be nothing more than empty vessels for the Queen.

Worshipers bow before her as they engage a servant in service, lifting it as they invoke the Queen, hoping she will rise from her throne and pour out her blessings.

She rises and we touch the servant’s brim to her lip. She dips slightly and the servant grows heavy in our hand as she pours forth her goodness.

The servant, filled to the brim with the Queen’s blessing, rises and kisses our lips, imparting her goodness, her warmth, her strength.

Hail, Queen Coffee!  Long live The Queen!