Monday Syndicate
As most of my doubtless avid readers have noticed in recent posts, I've been going through a very non-traditional Spring Cleaning - I dusted the sills, washed the windows but I still haven't settled on the new treatments. Today, however - a more literal spring cleaning.
House guests this weekend left my poor sad kitchen in a state of Gatorade disarray. I mentioned to the SO that it was really looking like I was going to have to buy a giant pitcher and a bottle of everclear. Air matresses littering the living room floor, notes left on the toilet seat and vauge beverage stains all over the kitchen counters. That project is somewhat cleaned up but it was interupted by my sneaky nemesis - the Past.
A smidge of bad debt tied to even worse memories has been rearing it's ugly head over the last six months and I'm beginning to think that calling a priest is the only route to dispelling of the beast. I've been spending so much time in front of the PC lately that, rather than overstuffing my already overstuffed desk with glasses, chopsticks and half-hearted attempts at tupperware meals, I have actually been forced to upgrade to extending the thing - call it an annex - which brings me to my meandering point.
We eat the strangest things. This morning, as I was making some of the strongest coffee I've ever consumed - because nothing says coffee like 3 hours of sleep and spring cleaning - I poured myself a habitual glass of orange juice and an inevitable "Why?" occured to me. The Holy Trinity of breakfast beverages - coffee, OJ and champagne. Orange juice is almost a necessary side dish to a strong cup of very black coffee and yet, god willing, you will never find a cup of orange flavored coffee available at a Starbucks near you. It's disgusting, really. Coffee leaves behind that vividly bitter aftertaste and the orange juice does cut it somewhat, with it's sweet acidity, but christ what a foul aftertaste they create when combined. And then, throw in a bottle of cheap champagne and forget it. True, you will seldom find coffee and mimosas in combination in this house - partially because i'm too young to buy my own booze and partially because I know better than t combine alcohol and that brand of caffine - talk about immediate ulcers! Nevertheless, can you think of something more "eww?" for breakfast?
Days like this one - I really think I should reconsider my policy on Irish Coffee.
House guests this weekend left my poor sad kitchen in a state of Gatorade disarray. I mentioned to the SO that it was really looking like I was going to have to buy a giant pitcher and a bottle of everclear. Air matresses littering the living room floor, notes left on the toilet seat and vauge beverage stains all over the kitchen counters. That project is somewhat cleaned up but it was interupted by my sneaky nemesis - the Past.
A smidge of bad debt tied to even worse memories has been rearing it's ugly head over the last six months and I'm beginning to think that calling a priest is the only route to dispelling of the beast. I've been spending so much time in front of the PC lately that, rather than overstuffing my already overstuffed desk with glasses, chopsticks and half-hearted attempts at tupperware meals, I have actually been forced to upgrade to extending the thing - call it an annex - which brings me to my meandering point.
We eat the strangest things. This morning, as I was making some of the strongest coffee I've ever consumed - because nothing says coffee like 3 hours of sleep and spring cleaning - I poured myself a habitual glass of orange juice and an inevitable "Why?" occured to me. The Holy Trinity of breakfast beverages - coffee, OJ and champagne. Orange juice is almost a necessary side dish to a strong cup of very black coffee and yet, god willing, you will never find a cup of orange flavored coffee available at a Starbucks near you. It's disgusting, really. Coffee leaves behind that vividly bitter aftertaste and the orange juice does cut it somewhat, with it's sweet acidity, but christ what a foul aftertaste they create when combined. And then, throw in a bottle of cheap champagne and forget it. True, you will seldom find coffee and mimosas in combination in this house - partially because i'm too young to buy my own booze and partially because I know better than t combine alcohol and that brand of caffine - talk about immediate ulcers! Nevertheless, can you think of something more "eww?" for breakfast?
Days like this one - I really think I should reconsider my policy on Irish Coffee.
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