Well hello there! Welcome to my kitchen. Would you like a cup of instant coffee?
Gasp! Who drinks instant coffee these days!?
I love coffee. Most book people like me do. We love our coffee. I like mine black as coal and thick as mud. I grind the beans fresh each morning and then brew a hot, dark pot every morning. I can’t start the day until I have coffee.
But typically, I drink like one to maybe two cups of the thick rich good dark fresh brewed kind and then I’m done for a few hours.
But a few hours later I wish for just, you know, a little teacup of coffee. Just a bit of a taste. Just like maybe half a cup. But then I’d have to go brew another pot. It’s a pain. I won’t do it.
So a few days ago while strolling through Savemart with Luke a container of Taster’s Choice Instant Coffee caught my eye. And I remembered back at that moment to the days when I used to take care of elderly people (for a company called HomeCare of Colorado). And how to keep ourselves functioning through our night shifts myself and the nurse would drink Taster’s Choice. I don’t need to delve into how simultaneously deeply horrific and soulfully rewarding the job of caring for the elderly ladies was. Suffice it to say, I enjoyed my Taster’s Choice after getting Berniece or Elsie tucked into their recliners.
And I enjoy it now. In fact, I am having a cup at this moment. At 2 pm on a weekday afternoon. Candle lit, peanut butter bars baking in the oven, snow softly falling outside. Actually, I had a choice as I stood there in the aisle pondering the instant coffees while Luke pondered hot chocolates. Nescafe Clasico? Taster’s Choice? Sanka? (Nah that’s decaf.) I actually chose Nescafe. Mostly because it looked darker and I also vaguely remember drinking it when I was in Greece many years ago – so hey, I’m all about doing things European style. But, honestly, it’s instant coffee – if there’s a difference between Nescafe and Taster’s Choice I don’t need to know because I’m currently happy with the Nescafe.