Coffee Culture
Well after a brief hiatus it’s good for me to report that coffee is back in my daily routine. I’ve been meaning to touch upon coffee topics for a while now, but haven’t had the right words in my head. I think I do know.
Coffee is joy for me and a lot of people in my social circles. It is a substance that really bonds people together. Like beer or whiskey, coffee can make a stockbroker and a plumber exist on the same plane. Is it the aroma, or is it the caffeine? Is it the taste or is it the nature of the culture which surrounds it?
When I say culture I mean the language and the unheard dialog that bounces between two or three fellow drinkers. I may not know you, but if I walk down the street and you have a steaming Styrofoam cup in front of you, we have something in common. If we both have steaming Styrofoam cups then we are having an unheard conversation. I’m saying to you, “Oh yeah, you know what I’m talking about baby. We are really enjoying this moment aren’t we?” Perhaps that’s a bit psycho. Perhaps not. It remains to be seen. I don’t really care.
As far as I’m concerned if you like coffee and drink it up like a baby sucks on a baba-milk, then well we are buddies for that moment in time.
Now, I’m pretty hard-core when it comes to coffee. I like it strong and black. Please don’t put anything in there. I enjoy the initial punch I get when I take that first whiff and then open up the gullet. You just can’t escape the sense of joy that exudes from the pores.
Everybody has coffee stories. I must relate a time in my life when I went overboard for about a year. It was back in the trenches of the cubicles and I had my own coffee pot between me and my cube-mate, who shall remain nameless (CNR). It was a cheapie little Gevalia pot that held about 3 cups worth. But we’d brew that sucker non-stop from 9 till 11am and then hit it again for an afternoon soirée. What this does to your nervous system remains a mystery but let me tell you, my piss was brown and had a very quaffable aroma. I was pissing coffee. But it was fun. I certainly got my work done. Because when you are cracked out on caffeine you can’t just sit there and daddle. You must organize. You must put things in their places. OCD and caffeine go together nicely I might add.
So let’s go old school and do some surveys. Because I know most of you are coffee drinkers lets talk about it. I will put my answers below the questions. You do the same.
1.How do you drink it?
Black and strong baby.
2.How many do you drink per session?
At least 2. 1 won’t do.
3.What’s your poison?
My props without a doubt go to Dunkin Donuts coffee. Without question the best stuff on earth. A close second would be Café Bustelo, the yellow can. This is very strong stuff as is. I make it even stronger than it has to be.
4.Styrofoam, Porcelain, plastic, or metal?
I still have my Northeastern Porcelain mug and that’s the place my coffee should be.
5. Do you have a coffee story?
I already told one.
So that’s it.
I’m back baby.
Late,
Dee
Coffee is joy for me and a lot of people in my social circles. It is a substance that really bonds people together. Like beer or whiskey, coffee can make a stockbroker and a plumber exist on the same plane. Is it the aroma, or is it the caffeine? Is it the taste or is it the nature of the culture which surrounds it?
When I say culture I mean the language and the unheard dialog that bounces between two or three fellow drinkers. I may not know you, but if I walk down the street and you have a steaming Styrofoam cup in front of you, we have something in common. If we both have steaming Styrofoam cups then we are having an unheard conversation. I’m saying to you, “Oh yeah, you know what I’m talking about baby. We are really enjoying this moment aren’t we?” Perhaps that’s a bit psycho. Perhaps not. It remains to be seen. I don’t really care.
As far as I’m concerned if you like coffee and drink it up like a baby sucks on a baba-milk, then well we are buddies for that moment in time.
Now, I’m pretty hard-core when it comes to coffee. I like it strong and black. Please don’t put anything in there. I enjoy the initial punch I get when I take that first whiff and then open up the gullet. You just can’t escape the sense of joy that exudes from the pores.
Everybody has coffee stories. I must relate a time in my life when I went overboard for about a year. It was back in the trenches of the cubicles and I had my own coffee pot between me and my cube-mate, who shall remain nameless (CNR). It was a cheapie little Gevalia pot that held about 3 cups worth. But we’d brew that sucker non-stop from 9 till 11am and then hit it again for an afternoon soirée. What this does to your nervous system remains a mystery but let me tell you, my piss was brown and had a very quaffable aroma. I was pissing coffee. But it was fun. I certainly got my work done. Because when you are cracked out on caffeine you can’t just sit there and daddle. You must organize. You must put things in their places. OCD and caffeine go together nicely I might add.
So let’s go old school and do some surveys. Because I know most of you are coffee drinkers lets talk about it. I will put my answers below the questions. You do the same.
1.How do you drink it?
Black and strong baby.
2.How many do you drink per session?
At least 2. 1 won’t do.
3.What’s your poison?
My props without a doubt go to Dunkin Donuts coffee. Without question the best stuff on earth. A close second would be Café Bustelo, the yellow can. This is very strong stuff as is. I make it even stronger than it has to be.
4.Styrofoam, Porcelain, plastic, or metal?
I still have my Northeastern Porcelain mug and that’s the place my coffee should be.
5. Do you have a coffee story?
I already told one.
So that’s it.
I’m back baby.
Late,
Dee
posted by DeesKnees at 7:54 PM
14 Comments:
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Funny you should bring this topic up now. I just opened the coffee maker I got as one of my wedding gifts, so I have only really been drinking coffee for about two weeks now. I currently enjoy grinding my own beans. I think I enjoy the smell more than the taste. I don't like the way coffee tastes with chlorinated water, so I use un-chlorinated water (Try it; I think it is much better). I think heated chlorinated water tastes like pool water. That is not tasty, and it leaves a film in your pot. Currently I am enjoying grinding the French vanilla beans. I may be weird but I also use brown sugar instead of the granulated stuff. I think it tastes better. I also like a little 2% milk. No cream for me.
Caffeine makes me get a little hyper, so I can’t drink too much of the stuff. Has anyone else ever noticed that your pee smells like coffee after drinking it? I swear mine smells like a fresh pot.
Brad,
Did I mention my distaste and hatred for all things flavered coffeewise??
No, I didn't. That's okay. Yes you are right about tap water. Tap water has chemicals in it. Chemicals and coffee aren't the best match, but niether are farts and ginger.
I've never once seen you hyper Brad, so I think I might enjoy shoving 2 or 3 cups down your way.
Late,
Dee
I think yo are talking about Flouride not Chlorine. Chlorine would be very harmful to drink.
You may be right Shan. Who knows what the hell they put in there. I will tell you that the water in Astoria tasted very much like a swimming pool. And yet the water in Manhattan was fantastic. Go figure.
Any this link here seems to be a good resource if one were interested in such things:
http://www.epa.gov/ebtpages/watedrinkingwater.html
Late
Shan,
There is definitely chlorine in tap water. Not much, but enough to kill you slowly. Fluoride is not very healthy for you either. Good for the teeth though. I think you should put it on your teeth (tooth paste), not drink it.
Dee,
What do mean by flavored? Does this mean no sugar, no milk, or are you referring to my French Vanilla reference? I can hardly taste the difference between regular and the flavored coffees.
Dee,
You don't eat or drink farts and ginger, and I believe it would be very rare to smell either at the same time.
I don't really get hyper on coffee. I just start acting like everyone else. That constitutes hyper for me.
Ahhh, coffee,
1. Half and Half or cream, no non fat milk crap, not even 2%, or as one astute person called it "are you kidding? that will make it grey!!"
2. One big one, and then maybe a little one to stretch out the experience a little longer.
3.Dunkin n Donuts is good, I have to say indeed. I have discoverd WAWA coffee down here in PA is a close copy to the D&D. The truly best coffee to drink on a daily baisis is Terrafazione, which is roasted in Seattle, there is no comparision, to anything else, a completely different level of caffine injection.
4. I can drink coffee out of a porc mug, but there is nothing more comforting than a 16oz or a "tall" paper cup with a sip top. I was amiss with the lack of these when I moved to Manhattan and found that many shops only had rip tops! (Oh, the spillage on my white Tee when I walked down the street, what bloody hell that was). There has been no bettter invention than the paper cup/ sip top combo, at sixteen oz.s you can tell how far you are by the temp of the cup, the perfect amount of joy juice to get you going, with out cooling down too fast. When I bought my own machine I searched high and low for this paper cup sipper combo. anyone with a good connection let me know.
Pat,
These are not lies of which you speak. I'm glad you answered the questions at hand. People are scared to answer my stupid surverys for some reason.
Anyway, I do agree with you about the the cup thing. It's a good thing, as Martha would say.
I'm sure if I dug it up I could find those suckers for you. Let me see what I can do.
Late,
Dee
Pat,
I think you will find everything you need right here: http://www.gp.com/dixiefs/searchresults.asp?CategoryId=160
I like that this is posted bimonthly. It would be intolerable otherwise.
Speaking of intolerable...you should read all of these posts!
Dee Lover what's the deal man? I haven't been to this site in some time. Honestly I forgot you even had it, until I was going through my favorites rumagging for some good beastiality sites.
To the topic...
Love Coffee. I actually didn't start to appreciate coffee until I met you. I didn't see the novelty in it. I remeber those day back at PES drinking the non-stop coffee.
I remember one day we were brewing pot after pot, and I had taken some cold pills (the one's that keep you up all day). About 10 minutes into the cup of coffee I felt this wave of euphoria emcompass my body starting from my toes and ending at my head. Sadly it was brief, but rather pleasant. Not too long after that I went searching for that same sensation with an endless cup of java, only to meet nausea head on, in addition to scewing with my circadian rhythm.
Through you I developed a taste for coffee in all it's forms. Now I have reformed my habits, and avoid overindulgence. One cup a day (from dunkin donuts). If I don't get enough rest I get a cappuccino with an extra shot of esspresso.
1. I like my coffee like I like my women... strong, black and bitter, with a splash of cream and a touch sweetness(during work days). When I'm home I like black and strong with half a spoon of sugar.
2.A large styrafoam dunkin donuts cup.
3.Bustelo is #1. My sister brough my back a kilo of espresso beans from brasil that were good as well, but I forgot their name.
4.I prefer porcelain but on the go I have to settle for styrofoam
CNR
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