So today was a bad weather day so we decided to hang out and catch up on our blog. Those who regularly peruse this blog may have noted the prolific spew of back-dated entries. We are hanging out at the Sea Bean, a quaint little Internet cafe and sauna in the heart of Seward. I'm not sure how you can encourage people to buy a hot coffee when it's so warm you're sweating onto your laptop?
It's no secret that Carole has been trying for years to get me addicted to coffee, for reasons unknown. I've tried all the brands (Tim's, Starbucks, VanHoutte's, even Kona coffee from Hawaii!), all makes (organic, shade grown, fair trade, etc), and all formats (latte, cuppaccino, espresso, etc), all to no avail. But now she's being conniving and using my achillies heel: Chocolate! By combining the rich, delectable velvety taste that is chocolate, half and half with coffee, it seems to sufficiently mask the bitter taste of dirt that is coffee. It started innocently enough, 10% coffee in my hot chocolate, and now like a dealer handing out free samples, I'm up to a 50-50 mix. Most commercial hot chocolate is too sweet anyways, so it does restore the bittersweet balance that I like, but I think I have hit my dirt threshold...
Anyways, I have this theory that coffee addiction is genetic, and thus subject to the evolutionary forces: there are some people for whom the caffeine buzz is totally addictive, and allows them to rationalize the fact they are drinking dirt. And then there are those who don't get that buzz. The coffee drinkers may have made better hunters, having that extra altertness and edginess to better provide for their tribes and increase their populations. However, that advantage is
nullified by the fact that in a caffiene induced jittery hysteria, they are more likely to kill their annoying co-workers. Thus the two gene pools co-exist in an uneasy truce.
Anyways, it's a slow news day here, folks, so there's not much else to ramble on about.
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