Java or Joe…
As proof that I’m getting used to this polar vortex thing, let me off the following. At lunchtime, even though the windchill knocked the comfort level outside down to -35C, I put on my tuque and mitts. And then I walked across the neighbourhood to purchase some bulk coffee. And then I walked back. No panic. Just an average Canuck doing the summer thing in the depths of winter.
I exaggerate, but not by much. And good coffee is necessary.
Back in my early days, I thought that instant in a jar was good. Over time, my habit grew. I bought the “European blend”, when it was available. Dark instant in a jar. And then I learned about the bean.
First, a Melitta drip. Then a grinder. Then pouring the java through the filter, twice. Slight improvement. I managed to stabilize there, for a number of years, but new housing brought a drip machine. More paper filters, more mess. Wrong temperatures and a tendency to purchase those dried bricks that bear fancy labels on the aluminum foil vacuum pack.
Until, one day, with mad money and a major holiday approaching, we fell under the sway of a dealer. We put out major cash, for a home espresso machine, along with the various decalcifiers and cleaning tabs. And we agreed to sample the product from distinct geographical areas. Yes, good Joe is better than bad Joe. Or may I call it Joseph?
Here we are, with four decades of addiction. I’ll go out in the cold. I won’t compromise. And tomorrow, before my eyes are wide open, I’ll throw the power switch to ON and prepare for another day of internal warmth.
