We have realized how important it is to know where we are getting our coffee from. Who do you REALLY want preparing your cup of wonderful?
As an introduction, I would like to explain to everyone how I got involved in the fiasco that is coffee. To some degree, it doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense that someone who did not even like the smell of coffee, let alone the putrid taste, would ever have the nerve to mass produce the beverage that would influence an entire generation of people.
I hated coffee growing up. My mom would prepare it early in the morning as black as could be, and the burnt smell served as nothing more than a reminder that it was time to wake up or watch cartoons. It wasn't until college that the necessity (or however one may define necessity) came about that I would drink coffee to keep awake for the exam weeks. There is no one who knows the concept "all-nighters" more so than the average English major. Why these above all others? Well, although you may find term papers in just about any kind of degree field, the English major takes it upon themselves to pick their own topic (wherein others have them predetermined), upgrade their typically unrefined vocabulary to inhuman forms of grammatical excellence (see latter sentence as an example), and more than likely go above and beyond what is required of them as far as writing length is concerned. They also have the utmost regard for meaning and context, so all-nighters are an inevitability.
My first cup was an instant form of "Maxwell House" vanilla cappuccino. Of course there is no excusing the fact that this is not coffee at all. It should hardly even be mentioned on a coffee blog. But I bet if you were to go back and check the nutritional value on the container, under that box you would likely find the caffeine content to be at least above "negligible," and thus the cravings began. I remember the sugary sweetness supplementing the little caffeine that was actually in this drink began to fuel my desire for even more energy, and thus I resorted to the coffee-Red Bull like mutation that Starbucks offered, not only combining sugar and caffeine, but also the abominable (a-bomb-in-a-bull) fertility resin known as "taurine" (how anyone could consent to ingesting such substances without being completely masked by the "froofiest" of mixtures, I cannot explain).
Slowly my tolerance for such "energies" increased, as did the vacancy within my pocket book (I did not yet have a bank account). I resorted to the most reasonable way to acquire the pure form of bean-stimulant, the coffee maker. Certainly my palette had know way of preparing for the sensation I was about to experience aside from the innate preconception that this was just not going to go well (certainly my palette still has know capacity to prepare for such experiences).
Thus began the lengthy escapade with me and coffee.
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