Am I the only person who drinks coffee to calm down? When I wake up in the morning, my mind is racing a mile a minute. I can't focus, I'm thinking about a million things, trying to remember my dreams and trying to figure out what day it is. That first sip has such a calming affect. Maybe it's my self diagnosed ADD, but coffee has always been something different for me. Believe me, I know I'm addicted to caffeine, because if I go three or four days without it, I wake up with the shakes, similar to a few days of heavy drinking.
I grew up being allowed to have a little in my milk and I've loved it ever since. Now, I'm not trying to sound like the guys in Pulp Fiction, but my parents definitely were into that gourmet shit. I remember when I got older and realized that not everyone drank good coffee. It was a revelation that shocked me. Why would anyone drink shit coffee, when there are so many aromatic beauties out there? Now my parents used to by their coffee from a middle eastern store on Atlantic Ave in Brooklyn called Sahadi's. Going there is like entering the Mecca of olives, hummus and coffee. When we moved, my parents would make trips to Brooklyn on occasion just to pick up some of the precious beans (we always ground it ourselves). When I first moved out on my own, I was lost. I would occasionally pick up some really good coffee from Trader Joe's, but after a while I grew tired of it. Then I went back to my parents old standby, Bustelo. To this day, that strong flavor and aroma stands up. In a pinch I've had to buy Folger's and while it's palatable, it's just not real coffee. Now don't even get me started on the swill that they serve at Dunkin Donuts and Starbuck's, because it's not even coffee. It's a burnt and bitter train wreck of a concoction that tastes nothing like good coffee that I will never understand.
There's only one way to end this silly blog and that's to hit Publish and get another cup.
I grew up being allowed to have a little in my milk and I've loved it ever since. Now, I'm not trying to sound like the guys in Pulp Fiction, but my parents definitely were into that gourmet shit. I remember when I got older and realized that not everyone drank good coffee. It was a revelation that shocked me. Why would anyone drink shit coffee, when there are so many aromatic beauties out there? Now my parents used to by their coffee from a middle eastern store on Atlantic Ave in Brooklyn called Sahadi's. Going there is like entering the Mecca of olives, hummus and coffee. When we moved, my parents would make trips to Brooklyn on occasion just to pick up some of the precious beans (we always ground it ourselves). When I first moved out on my own, I was lost. I would occasionally pick up some really good coffee from Trader Joe's, but after a while I grew tired of it. Then I went back to my parents old standby, Bustelo. To this day, that strong flavor and aroma stands up. In a pinch I've had to buy Folger's and while it's palatable, it's just not real coffee. Now don't even get me started on the swill that they serve at Dunkin Donuts and Starbuck's, because it's not even coffee. It's a burnt and bitter train wreck of a concoction that tastes nothing like good coffee that I will never understand.
There's only one way to end this silly blog and that's to hit Publish and get another cup.
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