Last year, I got a taste of the good stuff…coffee that is. So when I found out that my lil sis was coming down south for Christmas, I asked if she would do me a favor and pick up some Gorilla Coffee on her way down.
Well, she did one better. She went in with my other 2 sisters and sent a trio of the dark monkey goodness for my birthday. With flavors like Espresso-A-Go-Go, it sure makes it easier to get started in the morning.
Quite an unexpected surprise.
My little sister, who lives in NY, bought me a bag of Gorilla Coffee for Christmas. This robust, hair-on-your-chest coffee was just the thing I need to get me going on a Monday morning. (Black, no cream, no sugar, please.)
Alas, by early February, all I had left was this empty bag.
This morning I was in the car heading for work. I was listening to a little music and had a cup of coffee next to me. It was leftover, warmed up coffee from the day before. Not the best, but better than nothing.
When I stopped at a light, I picked up the cup and took a sip. I felt something chunky in my mouth and almost swallowed it, but was able to spit it out into my hand.
At first, I thought it was a piece of coffee sludge–pretty gross–but on further inspection it turned out to be…a fly. Uhgg!
I dumped the rest of the coffee and cleaned out my mug before drinking from it again. I still shudder when I think about it.
My coffee warmer at work recently died. You would think this would be an easy to fix. Just go to your local Wal-mart and pick up a new one. But this coffee warmer was special.
For one, it was probably 7-8 years old. About a year or so ago I asked for a new coffee warmer for my birthday, and got it. But I soon found that coffee warmers were yet another victim of our litigious society.
My new coffee warmer didn’t warm.
Oh, it felt warm to the touch, but try putting a ceramic mug on top of it. Even with only a quarter of a cup of coffee, the liquid was tepid after a half hour.
Meanwhile, my old coffee warmer would keep those last few sips warm for hours, and if you waited long enough, you could get that nasty burnt coffee crust at the bottom of your mug. Yum!
Ahh, but somebody burned their tongue on coffee that was warmed by a coffee warmer, and then the manufacturers had to dial down the warming power of their coffee warmers to avoid the potential law suits.
I still have my new coffee warmer–barely used. But I have found that I can keep my coffee warmer for longer if I just use an insulated mug. Still, it’s not the same. I miss my old coffee warmer.
Oh, coffee warmer, I hardly knew thee.
I’ve been wanting to try iced coffee to see what it’s like. I think that I’ve had it once before and thought that it was pretty disgusting. But after hearing Martha talk about it on one of her shows, I thought that I’d give it another try.
(Hey listen, I’m no Martha fan, but my wife likes the show and it just so happened to sit down in our family room when it just so happened that she was watching Martha’s show. At that moment, it just so happened that she was talking about making iced coffee. So I might have just glanced up and watched the show for that one segment…ok, ok I just may have watched a little bit more, but it was about grilling, which is a pretty manly thing to do, so it was ok.)
Anyway, so I had some left over coffee from the pot I made this morning, so I thought it would be fun to try some.
I filled a glass with ice, poured in the coffee and added some cream to cut the bitterness. (I normally drink it black, but I saw Martha do it, so I tried it.) Took a sip.
Disgusting. It tasted like cold coffee, the kind that has been sitting in your mug too long after you forgot it was there. The kind that you choke down only so you can go fill your mug again with a nice, fresh, hot, steamy mug full of the black goodness.
It’s not like I don’t like coffee. I’m a moderately-heavy-3-to-4-cups-a-day kind of coffee drinker. But this was gross.
I went back and added sugar. Now it tasted cold candy coffee. Yuk. I hate candy coffee.
I choked down the glass and it started to taste not (quite) so bad about three quarters down as I hit more of the sugar. By the end, I was just relieved that the experience was over.
Then the caffeine kicked in. Hmmm. Maybe I’ll have to try that again sometime.