It was with hesitant gratitude that I accepted the gift of one of those pod type coffee makers last weekend. After an initial cup and then another and another in the name of experimentation I declared in a hushed tone to husband 'its not evil'. And later....'On the very long continuum that is barista made coffee it is somewhere up the good end'. I know, I may have to renig on these comments at some later moment of realisation but this week they are my truth.
However, after a couple of days of satisfactory usage, I sense there is a problem that I can't quite put my slightly jittery finger on. Then it occurs to me! My issue is not with the quality of the espresso shot but rather in the gaping hole this machine has put in my morning routine. I realize that coffee really isn't about coffee. Coffee is my connection, in fact it is community. I need do need caffeine to function but more so I need people, and I need to be part of the world that is outside mumma land!
So on Wednesday after two long days of no cafe visits I am in withdrawal. I crave the experience. The leisurely walk to the 'local'. The knowing that I will be greeted by the young nonchalant owner, and chat about something topical before he makes my piccolo. I will smile and nod at familiar faces. Hubba Bubba will smear his brekkie across his face and smile his gummy grin in innocent joy over the whole sensory experience. I smile similarly (but with teeth) knowing this lightening of the morning is in fact about a sensory experience for me also.
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