Rousted out of bed this morning under threat of decaf!
The neighborhood grocery stocks a wide array of ground coffee -- wide, but not very deep. In recent months, they've been out of the house-blend "Jamaican Mountain Blend" that I like. They nearly always have it in whole bean (and when they don't, there's always Tanzanian Peaberry to fall back on), so I've been buying that instead.
I have also been keeping a little decaffeinated coffee on hand, most recently a Kona blend; it's a nice hot drink with supper, less sugar than soft drinks,* and especially welcome in the winter. That stuff is ground coffee, ready to go. Fresh, it's not bad, but even in a vacuum carafe, it doesn't keep well. Hasn't got that edge.
This morning, I was sleeping in. Got up, fed the cats, and laid back down, with a hot pad under my back and, eventually, Rannie the cat curled up next to me.
I was jarred back to full consciousness by being asked, "Where's the coffee? I've got the kettle on. Shall I just use this Kona?"
The beans don't get ground until needed; at a pot of coffee a day, that's a grinder-ful every other day. I stash the ground coffee in an unmarked, air-tight container and there's no way to tell what's in it or how long its been there. Our coffee grinder is old and a bit arcane to operate.
Tam was being helpful but I'd left her without any clues where the good stuff was.
So there was nothing for it: if I wanted morning coffee with caffeine, I had to accept that it was my own darned fault the right stuff wasn't more obvious and get up and make it myself.
Which doesn't take all that long, really, nor much effort, either.
Just finished a cuppa and a heel slice of nice, fresh sea salt and rosemary-crust bread with Irish butter. I think I'll crawl back under the covers and see if I can entice the cats to join me for an hour.
* Even the way I drink coffee, with creamer and a teaspoon of sugar, it's better for you than soda pop.
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