Despite not being able to sleep until 4:45 a.m. this morning, I arose today at 10:15 a.m. after tossing and turning for about an hour or two, and I have just now made a pot of fresh coffee. Having used only bottled spring water for my coffee-brewing for the past few weeks and developed a strong preference for it, I regret having to use tap water today instead. I am also using ground coffee instead of whole bean, which is also cause for regret, but at least it’s White Castle brand coffee. The time is coming soon when I’ll be forced to order my coffee from a distributor via the Internet or telephone, because my local sources are drying up. If I were in Portland I might not be having this problem, but it is useless to wallow in nostalgia. Did I just write that? Ouch, the irony.
The coffees I miss, to reprise (and slightly revise) my lamentations, include:
- Celebes
- Mocha Java
- Sumatra Mandheling
- Kenya AA
- Ethiopian Yirgacheffe
I just discovered several distributors after conducting a brief search. Who is the patron saint of the Internet now? [A brief search ensues.] Thank Saint Isidore of Seville! He’s apparently a contender for the title.
[Time passes.]
Zarking fardwarks! What a bloody awful cup of coffee! That does it. I’m never brewing coffee with tap water again as long as live. Did it always taste that horrible, or am I suffering from amnesia? Zark. Out you go, foul pot of the Devil’s own brew. Down the drain with you. Now I’ll need to go to the grocery store.
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