What’s The Big Deal About Coffee?
Children around the world are being corrupted daily by society’s insistence on the unnatural coffee-flavoring of all things beautiful and delicious.
I have always considered myself to be one of the few, the proud, the elite... Coffee Haters of the World Unite!!! I cannot stand coffee in ice cream, or coffee bean niblets in my chocolate. I refuse to eat Tiramisu for fear that I may be unsuspectingly startled by a flavor, which even after removal could traumatize my taste buds for hours! Children around the world are being corrupted daily by society’s insistence on the unnatural coffee-flavoring of all things beautiful and delicious. In vain I sought acceptance from my coffee-drinking friends, always having to refuse the social kindness offered with every home-brewed cup. A coffee hater’s sojourn in this weary coffee world is a tale of woe, a tale of hopeless despair. Over time, I have come to realize that my disgust for coffee is a burden rather than a blessing. A longing began, deep inside – a longing for acceptance in normal society; a longing to understand this thing that our world is so infatuated with. There comes a time in life when every foundation must be tested for strength and validity. Why do I hate coffee?
Never will I seek to be a lemming. I'm pretty sure most lemmings don't wake up in the morning with thoughts of travel to distant lands and foreign cultures. I would pay hard cash to see a lemming give a lecture, and I've never seen a lemming bake a cake. Come to think of it, I don't know that I have ever actually seen a lemming. I'm not a follower of the crowd. I have never learned to enjoy coffee in past, partially because of my desire to remain unique. However, unlike most lemmings, I love to learn and experience new things. I recently pondered over a photo of happy people, enjoying coffee beneath the Eiffel Tower. I’ve never been to France, but when I go, I want to be able to enjoy the local culture. If I refuse to take part in the experience, it will be a wasted opportunity. There is too much of life to live than can be done inside a box.
It was with great consternation that I realized how very lacking was my education in coffee. Coffee makes up such a huge part of our world, and is crucial to the lives of millions. I am fascinated by the way things work, the incredible expanse of the universe, and the improbable behavior of light particles at the quantum level near a temperature of absolute zero (pause… scientific digression). How can I continue to deny myself an education in coffee and all of its facets? The mountain of knowledge that I do not possess is overwhelming in its immensity. I am tired of feeling lost when the subject of beans and brews arises. I have perfected the blank smile of the clueless, pretending to comprehend the babble of a foreign language. I want to know the joy of coffee. I want to experience it, in all of its glory. I can’t guarantee that I will fall in love with coffee, but I want to know and appreciate good coffee when I find it.
I really don’t have any idea where to begin. I’m just going to jump in with both feet, and see exactly where the current takes me. This blog has been established to document my journey. I will document everything I discover about coffee, and my unlearned impressions. This is my quest into the coffee culture. Ready… Set…
ORIGINAL COMMENTS
D.j. Mattern, April 7, 2011 at 2:40 PM
I can't wait to read about you discoveries... Waiting for tomorrow's post????? hmmmm???? I am waiting!.................. still. I am excited to see if you get addicted or buzzed. Sam wants you to try her Funky Monkey or something espresso that she makes.
Anonymous, April 12, 2011 at 2:14 PM
If you haven't tried tiramisu you are missing out, and if you don't like coffee that is a sin. Always remember you aren't drinking coffee, You are having coffee.
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