I should start off by letting you know that I do not like coffee. I love the smell of coffee. I love the thought of getting up every morning and starting my day with a cup of coffee. I sometimes walk down the coffee aisle at the store just because it makes me happy. Unfortunately I do not enjoy the taste of coffee.
After we bought our house Troy insisted on getting a coffee pot, even though he doesn't drink coffee either. As a compromise to spending money on something I knew we would get very little use out of I insisted he buy the smallest/cheapest coffee pot they had. I headed over to my favorite aisle with a big smile; I finally had a legit reason to stop and smell the coffee. We bought the smallest container of Folgers they had and some yummy sounding vanilla caramel creamer.
This morning I used the last bit of coffee out of our original Folgers purchase from over a year ago. I have no idea how long coffee is good for (we kept in the in fridge), but it tasted the same amount of yucky that it did a year ago. Of course I put a lot of milk and a good healthy spoonful of sugar in my coffee so I'm not really sure if I would even notice if it was stale or not. To be fair I should also admit that I don't measure the coffee. I did in the beginning, but now I just dump some in until it looks about right. I figure we are both going to load it up with so much other stuff that it doesn't matter if I make it too strong or too weak. We are really just trying to choke it down while we get the boosted energy from the caffeine. My small cup of 1/2 milk and 1/2 coffee gives me more energy than anything else I've found.
Some days drinking coffee just feels right. There is something very "grown up" about a cup of coffee. Kids have hot chocolate, but adults drink coffee. Most of the time I choose the chocolaty drink, but some days I just want to feel like a grown up and start my day with a cup of coffee. It was downright cold in the house this morning and making a hot cup of coffee (who am I kidding...it was a luke warm cup of coffee by the time I added all that cold milk to it) seemed like the right thing to do. Perhaps I should get some chocolate flavored creamer to assist in making my grown up drink taste more child like.