Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I tried. I really did. I drank decaf for a week. It sucked. It didn't taste the same. I was groggy. I was irritable. I wasn't a happy camper. I admit it. I have an addiction. And admitting you have a problem is the first step, right? Except, I don't want to get better. I want to feed the addiction. I want to grind my beans every morning and let the wonderful aroma waft gently through the air. I want my mornings back. I want the smooth, sexy taste of freshly ground Costa Rican arabica to invigorate and enlighten. And so it will. I'm back, baby. Bring me the real thing. Ah, coffee. How I've missed thee.