My brother has ruined coffee.
Coffee is an experience, a lifestyle, small moments of pure pleasure cut out from a busy day to savor…
I start my day with coffee. My mug is massive; holds 2 standard cups of coffee. It’s purple, which makes me in style according to this season’s IT color. I got it from my sister who worked in a medical office who got it from a drug rep for Nexium (the purple pill, hence the color) Depending on my mood I’ll have instant or brewed, sometimes flavored, sometimes sugar (mostly splenda), and then I’ll sit down by my computer sip at my coffee a play a game of Mahjong. It’s a beautiful ritual which I thoroughly enjoy everyday.
I’m sure most of you can find yourself somewhere in the description above, Maybe you buy your coffee on the way to work and it’s in a Styrofoam cup, maybe your mug matches your dishes. You might drink brewed, or only instant, only sugar, or just a bit. You sip it intermittently throughout the morning, or you might be just like me, but you have a newspaper
The thing is, when you sip it, those few seconds of the coffee swilling around your mouth, running over your taste buds, soothing your olfactory nerves…are just pure Aaaaahhh…(deep sigh)
So my bother has ruined it. He actually drinks coffee for the effects ALONE (the energy ones, not bathroom, although he does say that in this generation of instant gratification, coffee is the paradigm)
He takes a heaping tablespoon of coffee, dissolves it with a drop of hot water. Fills the rest of the glass with cold water, mixes, and inhales/swallows it in 3 gulps.
Every time I see him do it, I die inside. There is so much in life he is missing out on, don’t you agree?