Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts

Friday, April 30, 2010

Parent Dilemma

My children are starting to ask The Question. My wife and I are struggling with The Answer. Our rapidly coming of age family is soon to confront The Big Issue.


The kids are beginning to hear certain things in the playground, and as parents we want them to get good information about life from us and not some 12 year-old twisted pervert-in-training behind the school.


Speaking as a fully-grown twisted pervert myself, I recently started to explain to my kids how, when you are an adult, you start to experience certain urges. These urges are perfectly normal and nothing to be ashamed of, I said, but then I started to flounder. I got all embarrassed and asked myself “How and when do you explain to your kids all the ins and outs of pre-marital coffee?”


Is there a book you can read to help introduce the subject? What age is appropriate for them to learn what they’ll need to know about flat-bottomed or cone shaped filters, for example?


I fret that they’ll grow up drinking it black and will give me that condescending look so common to the coffee snob elite, and teenagers.


There are so many questions that need answering. Which coffee house will they choose to frequent when they start skipping high school classes so they can hang out with their juvenile delinquent friends we’ll hate so much? Will peer pressure lead to experimentation with biscotti?


I can’t remember when I started ‘doing it’ as a teenager. All I remember is paying a quarter for a cup of coffee and whiling away entire afternoons at the Wayfarer restaurant in my home town. It was here I was introduced to coffee culture – the atmosphere, the intellectual banter, the trying to feel up the teen waitress who we’d heard would let you for a dollar, and so forth.


So I ask myself – will my kids become addicted to street level coffee like Tim Hortons, or will they go for the high end, the ‘party’ coffees like mochas and lattes which suck you into their expensive lifestyle?


What petty crimes will they commit to get their next fix? How many coins will they pilfer from my nightstand in order to satisfy their cravings? Will they experience the powerful, gasping surge of relief when recovering from massive hangovers by downing a cup of hot joe like us mature grown-ups do?


None of the parenting books I’ve read answer these questions adequately.


When, for example, do you tell them it is okay to fondle their beans? I got caught doing that in the car the other day, rapturously sniffing my fresh bag of coffee. I was on my tenth inhalation when I remembered the kids were in the back seats watching my eyes glaze over.


I explained to them that this behaviour was commonplace and nothing to be embarrassed about. Snorting lines of finely ground Central American powder would be a little extreme, but again it is just coffee and not something habit-forming or anything.


I further explained it is okay to have feelings for their favourite mug. It is also normal to see people waiting in line at their local dealer, cross-eyed with caffeine withdrawal headaches which could register on the Richter scale.


These poor, disheveled wretches have been without caffeine for over twelve excruciating hours and many are experiencing headaches on par with a good brain aneurysm. Hands shaking, they thrust their stainless steel mug at the barista behind the counter and fork over ridiculous amounts of money to experience the rush of injecting fresh, hot heroin EXCUSE ME! coffee into their bodies.


Or so I’ve been told.


Developing a healthy and natural curiosity about coffee is what we hope to achieve with our kids.


We try not to think about them getting in with the wrong crowd, like tea drinkers, so we’ll just do what we can and hope for the best.


Once they get past the awkward stage of talking to their parents about these important issues, maybe I’ll tell them about sex. Over a cup of coffee perhaps.


Thursday, October 29, 2009

Sleepy or Senile?

Got up early this morning. Start coffee maker. Sit at computer, check my news sites, blogs, email.

Coffee machine tells me its done. Go to machine in kitchen, put sugar in mug, pour coffee, stir coffee, then begin staring blankly at coffee wondering - did I put sugar in? Well - did I? Hmmm.

It's too hot to sip, I haven't put milk in yet, so lets guess. Did I? I usually add sugar before putting in coffee. Lets add some, then test. I can't stand un-sweetened coffee. Add spoon of sugar, milk.

Sip.

Blech! Too much sugar!! I DID put in sugar at first!

So - to summarize: it appears I am either losing my short term memory, becoming senile, or should more fully wake up in the morning prior to making important decisions like sugar levels in coffee.

I should write a blog post about that.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

A Stirring Post

I would like to know, based on sound scientific research, which is the more efficient method of stirring the sugar and/or cream in one's coffee or tea. To wit - is just a straight, consistently circular swirling the swiftest method? Or is a hybrid methodology faster?

I choose to use (because I am convinced it is correct) the hybrid method. Namely, I begin stirring in a good circular fashion, the liquid swirling in a clockwise fashion. Then, once a certain (classified) speed has been attained , I reverse course and cause immediate turbulence in the liquid, such that any granules that have settled to the bottom of the mug are disturbed from their rest and are immediately absorbed into the surrounding liquid, gone forever, their hopes and dreams dashed as they should be.

So which method is more efficient at dissolving the powder? We need to know this to satisfy my (and others) innate curiosity. We have enough challenges in our lives without wasting precious seconds stirring Kool-Ade or chocolate milk or coffee in an inefficient manner.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Caffeine

I wrote this a while ago but it isn't really a column so I didn't do anything with it. Thought I'd post it and see what happens.


For my American friends, Tims is Tim Hortons - an iconic coffee and donut chain up here. I think there are some locations in the midwest but not too many.


Anyway - onward to my morning adventure!!




“Make your teeth and brush your bed!” I yelled, pre-caffeinated

My brain was not yet working, my taste buds not yet sated


“While you’re at it eat your clothes and put on your breakfast cereal!”

My kingly orders ringing out but sounding un-imperial


Sleeping in and running late is hampering my brain

No coffee in my belly tends to ruin my thought of train


Toasted ham and buttered cheese goes into lunch today

“Pop a Yop onto the stove and call it lunch OK?”


Off to school we madly race, debris from windows flying

“Dad your eyes are really red - have you at all been crying?”


“No my child I’m quite alright despite the gruff demeanor”

“It’s just I haven’t woken up and drunk my bathroom cleaner”


“Give me a kiss and off you go - be bright and bushy tailed”

“Despite my pasty, grizzled look, my heart it has not failed”


Back to home I dare to roam into my kitchen dream

With palsied hands I reach out to the sugar and the cream


I rush to slake my sleepy awake with liquid from the thermos

The heat will burn my lips but I don’t care about epidermis


It’s the liquid that I need, it’s the passion I so crave

I know it’s an addiction, I know I am its slave


'Can’t wait to pour the liquid from carafe into my cup

I close my eyes and dream of slowly sipping every drup


But all that pours is water hot and no aroma steam

“Bloody Hell!” I yell, “Is this some sort of waking nightmare dream?”


When I made the coffee, I forgot one simple step

It helps to have some coffee or to the store you’ll have to schlep


Into the car I clumsily run and smoke comes from my rims

I cannot get there fast enough – the line-up at my Tim’s


With frantic waving motions, I scurry past the queue

I elbow patrons from my path – I simply must have brew!


Forget the cup! I reach out for a pot of freshly made

And pour it down my gullet straight – the staff looking dismayed


The grizzly bear then disappeared – a smile now wasn’t trouble

They understood that service good meant charging for a double


I swear I don’t need treatment, I swear upon my word

But then again I wonder if I should be calling Betty Ford?