As I sit here, enjoying my 3rd cup (actually 6th if you get technical since my mug is 8oz.) of the velvety black goodness with the beguiling aroma, I'm reminded of a commercial I saw recently where Neil Patrick Harris is hawking mushroom "coffee". Uh, no Doogie, that is NOT coffee. They must have snuck some "magic" mushroom in his. Now yes, he is a card carrying member of the skinny jeans, tree hugging, ultra progressive, all natural everything, kind of folk, but c'mon. Coffee from roasted mold spores? Riiiiight. No thanks. I prefer mine to be grown from beans, on some hillside in Central or South America, dried on a terra cotta rooftop, and brought to market in bags on the back of a donkey by Juan Valdez or someone similar. Roasted in a hundred year old vessel that does a bagful at a time, ground (conically please), and then had hot water dripped over top of it into my (oversized) cup. Ahhhhh. Also, coffee is not made from chickory, ground walnut shells, sawdust, or any other crap like that. Coffee is coffee. Period. And I'm also on the edge with decaf. Yes, I know some need to drink it for health reasons and all, but not having caffeine kinda neuters it. Coffee (caffinated of course) was made to be black, and thick like asphalt, and keep you up all dang night, just as it did me for so many years. Or write rambling diatribes like this. Enjoy your coffee
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