He’s got a ticket to ride… the coffee train
Aug27
I don’t know about you, but if there’s no coffee in the morning… why bother getting up?
Randie is serious about her coffee:
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Randie and Ryan
Tripping through married life…
Dark days, indeed!
If there’s no coffee… why even bother getting up!??
I dare Ryan to actually keep track of how much money he spends on coffee on a trip. It adds up FAST.
Luckily the Euro and the dollar are closer… at present 1 Euro equals a buck twelve.
How much does a cup of coffee cost at one of those place?
About the same… but in Euros. One euro fifty to One euro seventy-five seems average.
Maybe they can offer a tap next to the hot and cold water.
Hahahah~ so long as the coffee don’t sit too long… coffee that’s been on the burner too long is atrocious! Made to order coffee … that’s where it’s at! They need an in-house Barista! Do they make Barista Robots?
*heh* At our house, we keep whole bean coffee, ground coffee, and Keurig coffee. We have a coffee station, complete with a tin sign that says “COFFEE! You can sleep when you’re dead!” and a coffee clock that says “It’s always time for coffee!”
Maybe I should post a photo sometime…
Lutherans are big on coffee. There is a local (Illinois south of Madison) called “Katie’s Cup”.
That’s gatta be a BIG cup, Beetles… and in Columbus, OH (home of the Buckeyes) … there’s Cup O Joe… because it’s Ohi-O. It’s an Ohio thing.
Beetles,
So true. Life-long Lutheran here. (Just got back from dropping our son Sam at Wisconsin Lutheran College, in Milwaukee, in fact.)
You know you’re Lutheran when you run into a burning church to save the coffee pot.
Oh, do… post a picture… a coffee station is what Randie needs… with a person that comes around and refills the stuff… Hey, if you can have Molly Maid come by….
And you can appreciate the name on the little coffee stand there.
Randie, that’s what you get for speaking the Holy Mother of Peanut Butter’s name in vain.
Hahahahhaah~ Yah… Next she’ll run out of Peanut Butter… and Nutellah. Quelle Dommage!
If you do not move from where you are, the coffee rarely moves to you. My belated friend Jenn avoided coffee like the plague for much of her later life (probably due to her diet of chocolate and whiskey doing horrible things to her stomach), and I often heard her lament in her far flung travels from Congo to Brazil and all through Europe that the only way to avoid coffee was to find a very deep hole and hide in it. In fact, in one email I believe she noted that if she could find one steakhouse for every thirty coffee shops she tripped over, she’d have become sick of beef. Truely it has become gasoline for the soul!
I miss Lady Jenn. I think she would’ve liked the reincarnation of Randie & Ryan… and I cannot imagine coffee and whiskey together… although the honey and bourbon whiskey is an amazing invention that I cannot keep around… lest I imbibe to excess. And agreed… coffee has taken the WORLD by storm… and I worry that we will come to a point where farms cannot keep up with demand. I worry about silly things (as I sip my decaf almond milk latte).
Yeah, I miss her too. But hey, as long as her various friends are still around her psychotic, militaristic, alcohol fueled memory will never die! And I can definitely agree she’d have liked the new strip in spirit at least. Her take on ‘marital bliss’ was disturbingly similar (her husband is a bang-up guy with his head screwed on right and a solid bankroll thanks to hard work and good investments. She was a slovenly spaz prone to freaking out over the smallest things. Sound familiar?). As for coffee….. I’m Canadian. Tim Hortons is a thing. ‘Nuff said (to quote Stan Lee).
My experience in Canada is limited to Victoria and Gabriola Island. I would like very much to explore Montreal, Toronto and Quebec. This is the land of my ancestors. Tim Hortons seems to be a hit in Dayton, Ohio (where my Mom lives -part-time)… but I’ve never been in one.
It’s taken me a very long time to restrain my coffee addiction (and for good reason: I already have enough nervousness and heart-strain without the extra caffeine!).
I’ve also noticed that coffee seems to affect you a lot less as you get older and yet you want to consume it in increasingly greater amounts. This is either because A) you’re drinking extra because it’s losing its effect on your old body, or B) force of habit; you’ve been drinking a pot a day for this many years, why stop now?
Then you explode.
Am I the only one who thinks more deep, insightful revelations need to end with ‘Then you explode.’?
‘Tolerance’ is much of the blame for the constantly increasing amount of caffeine consumed. The more you do something, the more you have to to get even close to what you did before. And it’ll still never be as good as the first time you tried it. Coffee is actually the example my teacher used in class for that topic when I was in school studying to be a drug and alcohol counsellor.
Here’s what you do. Cut back a bit each day… until you get to a “reasonable amount” …even try inserting decaf (gasp!) … and then when you have that extra cup every now and then, you’ll find you get that JOLT …
FUh… what am I talking about… Go full throttle until you explode!
I’ve only been allowing myself a couple of mugs of coffee (medium-sized) every two weeks or so. Can’t have too much or it’ll wreak havok on my hearing situation, which completely bites considering how much I worshipped the bean before.