Typically I use a small coffee maker that has marks on it indicating that it makes four cups of coffee. In reality it makes enough coffee to fill one medium travel mug. I am skilled at sipping that amount of coffee throughout much of the morning, and then I am done. One cup. Every morning. Every. Day.
So when I shuffled into the kitchen this morning - sleepy, bleary-eyed, stiff, and sore, just wanting my daily morning wake up jolt, I found myself in a bit of a crisis. There was only about one tablespoon of coffee left in the bag, barely enough to make 1/2 cup of coffee.
I had so little coffee that I even cut off the top of the coffee bag to be able to extract every remaining crumb of coffee left down in there. Here's what I was facing:
So, a fast trip to the local Dunkin' Donuts was in order for a bit of restocking of the essentials. There was no current deal there today, but recently they were running a special of $19.99 for three one pound bags. Have I mentioned that I love coffee? Oh, and look what else fell out of the bag!
I clearly remember having my very first cup of coffee, sitting at my desk in my freshman dorm room. It wasn't even a real cup of coffee - it was instant coffee made with water I heated in a little plug in hot pot. I believe I had been stuck working on a difficult math proof for hours (I was a math major), and I needed a little pick-me-up. So I gave coffee a try. I don't recall liking it that much, but I must've tried it again, probably the next evening, and the rest is history.
Yup, I'm addicted. At least emotionally, that is.
And here's the thing - they say, whoever "they" are, that a moderate amount of coffee IS GOOD FOR YOU. In one study, researchers found that women who drank 4 to 5 cups a day lived 16% longer. And, both regular and decaf varieties of coffee do the job.
So I figure my daily mug of coffee is keeping me alive longer. And that's a good thing, cause there are people to see, things to do, and places to be.
Now, where's my mug?