Friday, December 08, 2006
So What's My Deal With Coffee?
I make it every day, but it seems I never finish it. I end up pouring 3/4 of my cup down the drain. I can drink it with or without creamer or sugar, and it seems to taste pretty much the same to me. Do I even like coffee? Hell if I know.
It smells really good in the morning, like a new day full of hope and promise. But then, so does bacon and eggs, and I never fail to finish a plate of that stuff. So maybe I should just go open up my coffee can and smell it when I get up. Save the trouble of actually brewing it.
Wayners reminded me the other day about the old school coffee in the metal can. I had forgotten about that. It had that key-looking dealy-bob stuck to it, and you pulled it off, wrapped that little tab around it, the twisted it to open up the can. When the seal broke, you'd get that psssssshhht sound and the coffee aroma would instantly fill the air.
Then there were the old school commercials, too. Remember Mrs. Olsen, who always brewed Folgers, because it was "mountain grown?" Then there was that lady whose thoughts we hear in voice-over at a party, "Jim never asks for seconds at home," as the hot hostess pours him a second cup. And that doop a doop a DOOP DOOP da doop a DOOP doop Maxwell House ad.
Maybe it's that I love the idea of coffee, but not the coffee itself. Yeah, that's it.
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It smells really good in the morning, like a new day full of hope and promise. But then, so does bacon and eggs, and I never fail to finish a plate of that stuff. So maybe I should just go open up my coffee can and smell it when I get up. Save the trouble of actually brewing it.
Wayners reminded me the other day about the old school coffee in the metal can. I had forgotten about that. It had that key-looking dealy-bob stuck to it, and you pulled it off, wrapped that little tab around it, the twisted it to open up the can. When the seal broke, you'd get that psssssshhht sound and the coffee aroma would instantly fill the air.
Then there were the old school commercials, too. Remember Mrs. Olsen, who always brewed Folgers, because it was "mountain grown?" Then there was that lady whose thoughts we hear in voice-over at a party, "Jim never asks for seconds at home," as the hot hostess pours him a second cup. And that doop a doop a DOOP DOOP da doop a DOOP doop Maxwell House ad.
Maybe it's that I love the idea of coffee, but not the coffee itself. Yeah, that's it.
