Because Coffee's for Grown-Ups

I may or may not have started drinking coffee.

 

Now, to most this would seem like a completely inconsequential development. I, however, have taken it to mean that I'm growing up and becoming mature and adult-like. Scares the crap out of me.

 

I always resisted drinking coffee. My parents didn't drink coffee, although on rare occasions my mother would make a cup on instant coffee and basically sit and smell it, taking a tiny sip or two, when she really felt tired and needed to wake up. I don't really know why they don't drink it, but it was a habit they never acquired. Alec, on the other hand, drinks coffee. My mother felt it necessary (although it really wasn't) to buy a real coffeemaker when he and I got married. She worried about what type of coffee to get and how to make it, since it was not something with which she was familiar, and fretted when she thought he didn't like the coffee that she made. The whole scenario was pretty amusing.

 

In an effort to help us get out of bed in the mornings* and because I know that he likes a cup to start his day, this week I actually started setting the timer on the coffeemaker. And, since I viewed it as slightly wasteful to use our big coffeemaker to just make one cup, I decided that I would give this coffee stuff a try again. Now, I've been a fan of a good caramel macchiato or frappuccino from Starbucks, but had generally shunned "homebrew." It just didn't taste right--it didn't have enough fattening flavors in it. So, armed with some Vanilla Caramel creamer and sugar, I set about to make the most of my cup of coffee.

 

It's not horrible.

 

And it does make me slightly more alert. Moreso than the Dr. Pepper I used to drink sometimes in the morning. But I almost feel wrong drinking it. Like it's out of character and weird. I'm not sure if this is a habit I will continue, but it's definitely worth the experiment. And who knows--maybe I'll just keep brewing it in the morning and enjoy the smell.

 

*It so far has not worked. We still get out of bed at the same time (read: late). But it sure smells good!