Coffee Drinker… to Be Or NOT to Be!?
A Little Background
Okay, I’ll admit it just this once, but shhhhh – don’t tell anyone. I am 37 years old. Now, in my 37 years – I spent all of those years despising the taste of coffee and wondering why in the HELL anyone would want to put such a bitter, dirt tasting, putrid substance into their mouth. I tried drinking it several ways: iced coffee, from a Keurig, from regular coffee makers and I even tried coffee flavored ice cream – all with the same resulting hatred for the taste. I was pretty comfortable with my decision to not be a coffee drinker, but I admittedly felt a slight envy when it came to the coffee crowd – which is just about all adults. I even remember my Grandfather telling me as a child, “Coffee puts hair on your chest!” (just what every little girl dreams of.) In high school when my friends started drinking it – I’ll admit it – they looked cool-ish with their cups of coffee – though I was just not joining that bandwagon.
My hatred for coffee went on into adulthood and even into marriage. I just didn’t want to drink the stuff. No amount of dressing it up made it any better – not creamers, not sugar, and certainly not ice. My poor husband loves coffee but he didn’t mind only getting it at work because his wife didn’t want to make it. He was cool about it. (He’s pretty easy-going about most things.) Over the past year or so, I noticed my bestie, Christine really talking on occasion about her relaxing cup of coffee in the evening. She has 3 kids in her home that she takes care of and finds that time for herself daily where she can just relax for a few minutes with her cup of coffee. My envy began to arise again. Everyone at work seems to love their coffee. Why am I the only one that hates the stuff? What is my deal? Is there something wrong with my taste buds?
My Interest in Coffee Begins…
Six months ago, I started a new job in an office setting. As I mentioned before, it seemed like the majority of the office was enjoying the crap out of their coffee while I drank my water or Diet Dr. Pepper. What I noticed, was that being a job that requires me to sit at my computer all day – I was falling asleep – a lot! It was bad. I would eat something and fall asleep. Drink something and fall asleep – nothing kept me awake. Then, I decided to make myself a cup of coffee and give this morning coffee thing a real try. I knew I was going to need sweetener and lots of it and of course, lots of creamer to match to drown out the coffee taste. So, my first cups of coffee consisted of 7 packets of Splenda and 3-4 teaspoons of creamer – a recipe I seem to still somewhat stick to.
One of the issues I was having with the coffee in my first few days of drinking was the irritation that once my cup sat empty for a while before rinsing it, the original Coffee-Mate creamer would dry to the sides of the cup, leaving this nasty grossness that had to be scrubbed off (annoying, when at work.) The fat-free creamer does not do that. It never creates a build-up on the cup of any sort that I have seen. DING! DING! DING! We had a winning ingredient! I then began to always keep a container of the fat-free creamer in my desk drawer. I now had a taste for coffee. I have a big coffee cup – so the 7 packets of Splenda, 3-4 teaspoons of fat-free creamer and Millstone coffee – that’s my recipe at work for my perfect cup of coffee at work with what was available to me.
My Interest Becomes a Must-Have
Now that I was becoming a religious coffee drinker at work – I began to fester on the idea that we should have coffee at home as well. (Our current routine consisted of
waking up and grabbing a can of Diet Dr. Pepper – which was not particularly satisfying as a morning drink.) I made this overly snide remark to my husband one morning while in a morning “mood” that pretty much changed my view of coffee forever and I have no idea for what reason. I declared, “I just want to wake up in the morning and have a damn cup of coffee like a grown adult!” That was it. It was settled in my mind. We needed a coffee maker. Little did I realize how big of a decision that would become.
I knew I didn’t want a Keurig because I had been drinking ground coffee at work – so I didn’t want to change from that. I don’t really do well with change when it comes to food and drink. After weeks of searching, I decided on the Delonghi 12-Cup Coffeemaker because of the ease of making coffee with it. You don’t have to pull it out from under the counter to pour the water in – you simply open the little door on the front and load in the coffee grounds in one compartment into a washable filter (no need for paper filters, a plus in my book), pour the water in the adjacent compartment, and close the door. I also very much liked the fact that it has a timer that allows me to load the coffee and water at night and it will automatically make my coffee each morning at the time I set it (6:30 AM).
Today – the first day I finally set up my coffee maker, I decided to create an evening routine. A new routine is a big thing for me – I am very routine oriented and tend to have terrible ones to top it off. What I did was cook dinner, clean the kitchen after dinner and then set up my coffee station: Folgers Breakfast Blend coffee, Coffeemate Fat-Free Creamer, my Fiestaware sugar bowl filled with Splenda, a paper towel with a spoon for stirring rested upon it, and an extra spoon for scooping the Splenda. I was quite impressed with myself. I then made my first pot of coffee with 4 scoops of coffee and waited. (It came out pretty weak — I learned from reading the instructions that came with the coffee maker that I need more like 10-12 of the scoop that came with my coffee maker.)
Once the pot was full, I prepared my cup of coffee, sat down to drink and and just relaxed. WOW! This was so awesome! It was “me” time and I felt super accomplished! Then the phone rang…….it was my bestie, Christine. She started to say something and I just blurted out, “I feel like a grown-up now!” I then explained to her what I did. I was so proud of myself. I have no idea why. Why did I spend my entire life wishing I could be a coffee drinker but hating coffee? I don’t think I will ever be able to explain it. I’m an oddball, what else can I say? I wonder if I am the only one who went through this. I should also mention, I am now on my 4th cup of coffee tonight…..I should probably not be so extreme about it – I don’t need ulcers. Must stay within limits. (Yeah right.) 😛