Coffee; Mother’s Milk

Couldn’t figure out why the kitchen smelled so good, warm and inviting… Crap! Instead of hitting the auto button to time the coffee to brew in the morning I hit the ON button. Here it is bedtime and I have full pot off delicious coffee. But not just delicious, expensive coffee. How can I waste this pot of coffee? Do you know how long it takes coffee to grow? Forever. And how time consuming it is to pick it, roast it, bag it and ship it? Haven’t you ever read or seen “Out of Africa”? When the season’s coffee crop burned it was very emotional for multiple reasons and not just because Meryl Streep’s accent had finally worn on you by then. Bet that was a good smelling fire though… "I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills..."

Anyhow, I couldn’t waste it. Poured what I could into a glass jar and put in the fridge. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it. There was some that wouldn’t fit in the jar. I drank it. I mean I couldn’t waste it.

Now it’s 3:00am and I’m awake writing about the virtues of coffee. I thought surely washing down a Tylenol PM with coffee would have balanced the effects. NOT. I’m wide awake AND drowsy. It’s kind of cool actually…

What if we didn’t have access to coffee? Coffee trees will not grow in Texas, or anywhere else in the contiguous United States. We are completely dependent on imported resources. Screw the oil… we’ll eventually find another energy source to replace that. NOTHING can replace coffee. We need to secure our supply. I’m thinking there would be a lot of support for military action if coffee were involved; “Operation Tropical Storm”, sponsored by Starbucks.

Desert Island game: If you could have one thing if stranded on a desert island? Coffee; Mother’s Milk.