I hate mornings. There, I said it, let’s get it out of the way. It seems to be almost sacrilegious to imply that the morning hour isn’t the dew-covered pinnacle of happiness, and somehow the time when the sun is coming up isn’t the peaceful paradise of serenity and joy. Bollocks! It’s time that could be better spent sleeping, and the world would be a much better place if businesses would realize that the only people who are coming in at 8AM are people who have no other choice. If they could come in at 10AM, they bloody would, but they can’t, because their workplace has to open at 8AM to cater to other people who would rather come in at 10AM but can’t because their workplace opens at 8AM. It’s a ridiculous cycle, and nobody wants to deal with the ultra-early morning crowd anyhow.
The one thing that makes it all worthwhile is coffee. We’ve talked about our love for coffee before, but never the process we go through to get it. Sure, we all have our preferences for a good cup, but how we get there varies greatly. Some are content with the cheap swill that most workplaces spurt into a cup. Some take no prisoners and insist on fresh-roasted beans, dropped into a grinder that serves up just the right amount before it goes directly into an espresso machine. Some sit somewhere in the middle. On our counter, we have a grinder, a high-end espresso machine, a very nice stainless-steel coffee pot, and a Tassimo for emergencies. We don’t screw around. But more often than not, the plain old coffee maker does the caffeination duties, simply because it’s reliable and hard to mess up.
How do you make your morning cup of coffee? Are you particular and careful, do you take whatever swill is in the pot at your workplace, or do you join in on the 500m queue at Tim Horton’s in the morning?