Well, back in my favorite chair listening to some f’ing kick ass old tunes.
Got in a ‘discussion’ this morning about how to tell good coffee, (mine), from bad coffee, (Carolyn’s). She makes her 100% Columbian coffee in one of that fancy ass Mr. Coffee things. Takes about ten minutes and looks like weak tea. I just don’t understand the point. I doubt there’s enough drugs in it to give one of the cats a buzz. Now my coffee is totally the opposite. I drink the cheapest instant I can find. There’s just something about those puffed up cardboard coffee crystals that scream “I’m full of the good stuff, drink me”. But the secret is in my coffee mug. That alone is a work of art. It sits in the same place constantly, on a cabinet between the washer and dryer. I assume it gets all kind of flavors in it. From dryer lint to soap powder to the cats probably licking it. It’s perfectly seasoned and gets washed maybe every two months.
I contend that coffee should be multi functionally. Her coffee wakes you up (maybe). My coffee, two level teaspoons of sugar and two super heaping teaspoons of brown crunchy flakes, all mixed together in a seasoned mug with hot water from the water cooler serves several functions. It wakes you up, fast. It feeds you. Yes, it’s thick enough to eat. And, as I discovered in this test I devised to tell good coffee from bad coffee, it makes one hell of a parts cleaner. It’s a win – win. You can live on the stuff plus degrease you bike. What more could you ask for?
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