Coffee Press

So.......I drink coffee like I used to drink alcohol. Last month, I was off to a gathering of 200 plus Elders for the long weekend, and I bought a coffee press. A less-than "primo" grocery store model that allows grounds to float in the top of my cup. I channel my "tea leaf mystic" and come up with with the same answer as I ponder the meaning of the floating coffee grounds. The answer is always, "drink me, sleepwalker."

Funny thing about coffee, as I drank it as a child for what was then called hyperactivity, which is now labeled ADD and ADHD, the prescription mostly amphetamines. Had more than my share of those little white pills in years gone by now.....remembering the TV commercial of two eggs in a frying pan, "this is your brain on drugs. Any questions?"

Coffee is BIG here in the Northwest. Howard Schultz, creator and king of Starbucks. I fill my diaper at the concept of five bucks for a cup of high octane with all the "foo foo" as my friend Sawyer calls it. His description began as "Loon's foofullated coffee", as I shortened it. Presently my "foofoo" is Hazelnut liquid creamer. When I do the "Starbucks Experience", I drink house coffee, flinching at the fact that what used to be cents is now dollars. Good atmosphere and music takes out the sting.

My adeptness at building coffee is journeyman level with a touch of "mad chemist." The christening of my coffee press was so very simple in the process that my brain was struggling to comprehend it's meaning. As I pressed down the plunger, my inner addict felt the rush a drug addict feels, anticipating while spooning his fix. In recovery it is called mental masturbation. One of the perks of living a clean and sober lifestyle, another chapter of my life......



StevenLoon