Digging out from the snow most days lately, but I am doing OK.
I love the smell of coffee, but have never enjoyed its taste. I learned at an early age how to perk a good pot for my parents, but after tasting it, I decided to stick to milk. My mom also had a rule that children should not drink this caffeinated drink until they were of a certain age, and it was always assumed it was when we moved out of the house. Being Irish Americans, we were allowed to drink decaf tea when we reached 12, and that has been my drink of choice since then.
Hubby also does not drink coffee, although in the past few years he does have a cup at work when he gets there in the morning. We have happily gotten along without a coffee pot taking over precious space on our counter top for 46 years. However, when our children left home, three of them went to the caffeine well and became junkies. I broke down and bought a small coffee maker that I keep on a shelf in the basement, only to be taken out during the holidays. Any other time the unwritten rule is, if you want it, bring it with you.
Then Keurig became the next big thing and everybody had to have one. I just dismissed it when friends showed me theirs and gushed over it ad nauseam. "See, Arleen, it makes tea also" they would say. With my old lady attitude, I would say, "I've got a kettle for that." Eyebrows would raise and they would walk away probably talking about what an old fart I was.
In November, hubby made a quick run to the store to get some butter and came home with a large box. He had this guilty smile on his face and presented me with a Keurig. I sent him for butter and he came home with a big, expensive coffee maker. I was not happy and the shock on my face when he told me how much it cost turned his smile into a frown. He gave me all his reasons for buying it ( it was on sale) and because I felt somewhat bad about my negative reaction, I relented. He placed it on the counter and set about making some fancy brew.
He is happy, my family is happy and they are all wired happily together. Things could be worse.
Maybe, when no one is looking, I will make myself some hot chocolate on that machine - but I will never tell.
I love the smell of coffee, but have never enjoyed its taste. I learned at an early age how to perk a good pot for my parents, but after tasting it, I decided to stick to milk. My mom also had a rule that children should not drink this caffeinated drink until they were of a certain age, and it was always assumed it was when we moved out of the house. Being Irish Americans, we were allowed to drink decaf tea when we reached 12, and that has been my drink of choice since then.
Hubby also does not drink coffee, although in the past few years he does have a cup at work when he gets there in the morning. We have happily gotten along without a coffee pot taking over precious space on our counter top for 46 years. However, when our children left home, three of them went to the caffeine well and became junkies. I broke down and bought a small coffee maker that I keep on a shelf in the basement, only to be taken out during the holidays. Any other time the unwritten rule is, if you want it, bring it with you.
Then Keurig became the next big thing and everybody had to have one. I just dismissed it when friends showed me theirs and gushed over it ad nauseam. "See, Arleen, it makes tea also" they would say. With my old lady attitude, I would say, "I've got a kettle for that." Eyebrows would raise and they would walk away probably talking about what an old fart I was.
In November, hubby made a quick run to the store to get some butter and came home with a large box. He had this guilty smile on his face and presented me with a Keurig. I sent him for butter and he came home with a big, expensive coffee maker. I was not happy and the shock on my face when he told me how much it cost turned his smile into a frown. He gave me all his reasons for buying it ( it was on sale) and because I felt somewhat bad about my negative reaction, I relented. He placed it on the counter and set about making some fancy brew.
He is happy, my family is happy and they are all wired happily together. Things could be worse.
Maybe, when no one is looking, I will make myself some hot chocolate on that machine - but I will never tell.
