If you remember a while back we had a coffee catastrophe that sent me on a cold morning's run to Caribou...
I did not go into great detail at the time of what would define said moment due to the excitement of the sun dogs!
In order to clearly define what a coffee catastrophe is for Mr. Christensen and me- I think a little back story must be explained.
Once upon a time, long ago when our parents had to walk up hill both ways to school, I did not drink coffee and Matt was a growing coffee LOVER. The first couple years of our marriage he began to develop his pallet for the roasted, hot beverage and I hardly paid attention. Two kids later and I was seriously interested in getting me some coffee!
To me I didn't understand the difference in coffee...wasn't Folgers the best part of waking up? What's with all this grinding, and different roasts, and origins? Oh my it was overwhelming at first! And then why would we pay $12-15 for a pound of beans when I could just as easily pick up a giant tub of Folgers at the grocery store for like three bucks?
Matt, with his passion and patience began to teach me about these finer things in life. He does not really have any other vices in life and has traded coffee for many other things...so I stopped the debate and joined the circus. As time passed and many cups were consumed I too began to develop my own pallet without even knowing it.
This brings us up to the night before the coffee catastrophe...
We are out of beans...a very rare thing for us, but it does happen. We had just ordered a shipment of beans and they weren't due to arrive for yet another 2-3 days (by shipment I mean like a couple pounds- not a crate ;) ). It was the end of a long day and Matt was going out with his brother so they would swing by the store and pick up something to get us by. Apparently there was a shortage of coffee at the store...Matt bought the only pound of whole beans he could find- the brand was foreign to us.
In the morning as we pour our cups of joe and begin to taste it...we convulse. Both of us!
I tried adding more milk to "water it down" but the strong, robusta, poorly roasted, taste would not go away.
Suddenly I started to feel nauseous...seriously.
Each time I tried to take a drink I could feel my self starting to gag..it was awful!
I could not drink another sip..."What kind of coffee is this?" I ask, "It's awful and I can't believe I can even tell the difference!".
And there you have it- the moment of our coffee catastrophe is upon us. It was morning, everyone except for Matt was still PJed, it was FREEZING outside and I had a big decision to make. I could choose to have no coffee (not really an option), I could try to shove down the needed amount of shwill to get by and hope that it stays down, or I could bundle us all up and head to Caribou.
Well- the third choice won. We bundled up (I so wish I would have taken a picture of how silly we all looked), piled into the van, and headed to Caribou. Ours does not have a drive through so I had to quickly run in and order my morning beverage and a pound of beans to go.
I looked really great standing in line with my lime green colored, silly snowman printed pajama pants on mixed in the middle of the daily regulars' business attire. One kind man was even nice enough to point out how "cozy" I looked that morning and said "Oh I remember when I used to be able to go out in my pajamas."...lovely.
Catastrophe Over...warm, delicious, energy filled beverage in one hand, a bag of beans, and a drink for a neighbor friend in the other! Fabulous.