It is slightly, only slightly, embarrassing to admit that the smell of coffee makes me happy. Or at least happier.
I have started a new, responsible routine where I prep the coffee maker the night before so that all I have to do in the morning is press "start".
Time out - two things:
I realize this isn't a novel idea. I just have ever been organized enough before to do.
And I also realize that there is a timer feature that would eliminate me from pushing the "start" button and affording me the luxury to come down stairs to already brewed coffee. I just haven't figured out how exactly to do that yet. I can't risk coffee starting at 04:00am, waking me up, and ruining my day.
Back to the new routine....
My nightly routine looks like this: I make dinner, load the dishwasher, do the hand washing, clean the kitchen, make lunches and finally prep the coffee.
I hate cleaning the kitchen and doing dishes and I loathe lunch making.
So I'm typically grumpy and wishing I could just sit down for a minute and take a breather from all the cooking, cleaning and other business in the kitchen when it is time to take care of the coffee.
There I am, tired, grumpy, and typically mumbling indiscernible angry sounds when poof I open the air-tight coffee canister, drop the scoop in to my grind of the week, and its like a magical puff of fairy dust enters my nose and makes all my troubles go away.
I swear I look like a folgers commercial.
In slow motion I take a deep breath, take in the roasted deliciousness, consider licking the coffee scooper, and then smile. Ahhhh coffee.
My crankiness goes away, I'm done in the kitchen and free to join my family in whatever they are doing or take on mount laundry or whatever else is on the agenda. But that scent of coffee warms my heart and raises my spirits.
Tonight as I was enjoying the smell of a really tasty Gevalia light roast I felt so sad. Sad, for all those people in the world who don't like coffee! They don't get to experience the pure joy that ground up little beans can bring.
Dutch Bros makes me happy too. Not only does the place smell like coffee (obviously) but the people there are so stinkin perky (ha!) that I can't help but smile when I go there. Sometimes on my way to work I just look at the Dutch Hut and think happy thoughts. Even if you don't drink coffee, you should swing by Dutch Bros once a week because those people are contagiously happy.
I have started a new, responsible routine where I prep the coffee maker the night before so that all I have to do in the morning is press "start".
Time out - two things:
I realize this isn't a novel idea. I just have ever been organized enough before to do.
And I also realize that there is a timer feature that would eliminate me from pushing the "start" button and affording me the luxury to come down stairs to already brewed coffee. I just haven't figured out how exactly to do that yet. I can't risk coffee starting at 04:00am, waking me up, and ruining my day.
Back to the new routine....
My nightly routine looks like this: I make dinner, load the dishwasher, do the hand washing, clean the kitchen, make lunches and finally prep the coffee.
I hate cleaning the kitchen and doing dishes and I loathe lunch making.
So I'm typically grumpy and wishing I could just sit down for a minute and take a breather from all the cooking, cleaning and other business in the kitchen when it is time to take care of the coffee.
There I am, tired, grumpy, and typically mumbling indiscernible angry sounds when poof I open the air-tight coffee canister, drop the scoop in to my grind of the week, and its like a magical puff of fairy dust enters my nose and makes all my troubles go away.
I swear I look like a folgers commercial.
In slow motion I take a deep breath, take in the roasted deliciousness, consider licking the coffee scooper, and then smile. Ahhhh coffee.
My crankiness goes away, I'm done in the kitchen and free to join my family in whatever they are doing or take on mount laundry or whatever else is on the agenda. But that scent of coffee warms my heart and raises my spirits.
Tonight as I was enjoying the smell of a really tasty Gevalia light roast I felt so sad. Sad, for all those people in the world who don't like coffee! They don't get to experience the pure joy that ground up little beans can bring.
Dutch Bros makes me happy too. Not only does the place smell like coffee (obviously) but the people there are so stinkin perky (ha!) that I can't help but smile when I go there. Sometimes on my way to work I just look at the Dutch Hut and think happy thoughts. Even if you don't drink coffee, you should swing by Dutch Bros once a week because those people are contagiously happy.
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