Up at this hour (3:45 AM) in prep for a trip to ranch, and the &^$%@! coffeemaker, and we're not talking a cheapie here, succumbed to some glitch after making the first pot.
Guess we'll be stopping at MacD's for some of their swill on the way out of town.
How can I enjoy my second Danish without KAWFEEEEEE!:(
Years ago my father was coming for a visit, knowing he drank that stuff we got him a jar of instant coffee. Everything was cool, a year later he was back for a visit and when he made a cup of that coffee, well "how old is this coffee" same jar from last year. Then can you believe it, he throw it in the trash and said from now on I will bring my own.
Coffee is as important to my mornings as wine is to my evenings. Just this morning I enjoyed breakfast at a restaurant with good coffee and great wait staff. The coffee is good and the cup is kept full. They even offer you a cup to go. Maybe a restaurant grade industrial coffee maker is in your future.
Yes, coffee is necessary to my life, too. Every morning I sit here at my laptop in the computer cafe with their great coffee. It gives me something to do with my hands and mouth while i read the archives stories and engage in the chatroom. (Otherwise, i might do something lewd to get myself thrown out of here!)
Personally, I cant stand the smell or taste of coffee. However, one morning I woke a roommate up and forced him to get me another can of soda! He drank MY last can after I went to bed....i did warn him to never drink my last can.
Coffee is an illusion, it doesn't really exist. It's created by a chip put into your brain shortly after birth. You're just drinking hot water. The powers that be even make some of us think we're drinking soda pop but that's just water too.
That, or I've been spending too much time watching the SCi-Fi channel.
MacTheWolf (imported) wrote: Sat Jan 19, 2008 1:49 pm
Coffee is an illusion, it doesn't really exist. It's created by a chip put into your brain shortly after birth. You're just drinking hot water. The powers that be even make some of us think we're drinking soda pop but that's just water too.
That, or I've been spending too much time watching the SCi-Fi channel.
My great-grandparents would would drink hot water when they couldn't afford coffee (depression era). They called it "Silver Tea." I've sometimes done the same....
kristoff wrote: Sat Jan 19, 2008 3:10 pm
My great-grandparents would would drink hot water when they couldn't afford coffee (depression era). They called it "Silver Tea." I've sometimes done the same....
I've done the same thing when I've run out of coffee; am I THAT old?
OK, so kawfee is not everyone's cup of tea...errr...wait...cup of kawfee. To those who DO like it (a lot) deprivation can lead to deprAvation, as if I were'nt depraved enough.
"Our" brand is some frighteningly expensive stuff that Ash(leigh) gets from some mysterious source and grinds as needed. It even has it's own private little corner of the refrigerator in which to lurk until use. What, exactly, is it? Well, Ash(leigh) simply responds, when asked, "Don't ask, 'cause I won't tell". Go figure.
I guess if Ash(leigh) keels over or is abducted by Little Green Eunuchs In Big Silver Flying Saucers I'll be permanently deprived of the stuff.
I'm not kidding re her secrecy, BTW, and she once told a VIP type (think Governor of Texas, Spouse of.) that she would not reveal either blend or source. I was stunned and so was the lady who'd made inquiry. BigGuy and spouse were present at the time and BG later observed that he might never make Full Colonel if the offended lady deduced that Ash(leigh) is in his employ.
I can only hope that if Ash(leigh) assumes room temperature or whizzes off to some planet with her new green friends that the kawfee stock is at a high level. That'll give me time to hire a team of scientists to analyze and identify the stuff.
Since we didn't head for El Rancho Wacko y'day I didn't have to settle for Ronald MacDonald's version of kawfee. But, since I still needed SOMETHING of that nature, Ash(leigh), Marlene (The KKK "Consul" in Austin), and your loving little Minx (See: Yolanda) were the first through the door when The Cracker Barrel opened at 6AM. So, I got kawfee (not bad at TCB, BTW, FYI,) and the deer and wild piggies got a temporary reprieve.
Though I had myself all psyched for some blood sports I consoled myself with a raid on BassProShops and the new mall next door to same. (Think some cold-weather garb from BPS and yet more girlie stuff from the mall.) Some folks think I'm really Imelda Marcos' illegitimate offspring 'cause I have shoes, some of which I've even worn, stashed in every nook and cranny...next to the purses and excess lingerie.
Of course, I sent Ash(leigh) on a special mission to purchase a new kawfee maker AND a spare. She succeeded. All I can tell you is that it's huge and wasn't made in China. That left Marlene to serve as my caddy as I shopped.
She didn't mind 'cause she knew we'd "cuddle" later on.
Oh, almost forgot...Marlene's BF, who did not accompany her to San Antonio, has been trained to get at least a semi-stiffy if Marlene even whispers "Castration". Good job, Marlene!
Guess who just wandered in...seeking some of the inaugural batch from the new kawfee maker and a kiss...None other than (drum roll, please!)...Marlene.
Say "Hi" to my friends, Marlene.
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Good Job, sort of. Not gonna make it as a professional typist.
Got milk?