I am fully, absolutely, and totally addicted to coffee.
I’m cool with that though. There are worse things to be addicted to.
When we first got in to the house here in England, we didn’t have any furniture or plates or even a fridge yet, but a coffee maker and four mugs were our very first purchases. We take our coffee seriously in this house.
Now that we’re in Europe, I am not content to go buy coffee from the commissary on the American military base (although I could — it’s not close, but at least I understand how to buy groceries there). No, it makes no sense to me to travel all the way here, then buy Dunkin’ coffee on post.
So I’m trying new brands. It seems that the British have a coffee-rating system based on the intensity of the brew. I like that. (Or maybe it’s in all of Europe, I don’t know yet. I’ll keep you posted.) Anyway, anything that helps me make choices in the grocery store here without a panic attack is a good thing. We got a Level 4 Italian Roast last week. It was good, but just a bit strong and bitter for the first thing in the morning. This time I got a Level 3 called Tierra. And it’s goooood.
I like my coffee sweet-ish, but I don’t like to put sugar in anything unless it’s absolutely necessary. Instead, I use maple syrup (and not Mrs. Butterworth or Aunt Jemima — the real stuff!). It’s sweet but mellow, and a little goes a long way. And I like my coffee with cream. (Here though, as I said before, the cream selections confuse me. So I’ve been using milk. We do buy “full cream” whole milk, so it’s only one step shy of cream anyway, I guess.)
My morning cup of coffee is a ritual I don’t think I could do without. Although Monday through Friday, I slug it down amidst the chaos of breakfast and school prep for four children, my favorite is a weekend morning when I can sit and with Matt, drink our coffee, and figure out our weekend plans.
Everyone has a comfort food and coffee is mine.