Let me preface this whole thing with this statement: I am only addicted to things legal and actually quite boring. There, even my addictions are boring. Well now that certainly lifts my spirit.
However, with my 41st (!) birthday approaching in a mere 20-something hours, it is good for this lady’s soul to admit to a certain number of things. My addiction to coffee and comfort foods tops the list. Now, I know that to many of you this big admission seems so anticlimactic that you may be tempted to reach for your own version of escapism, but try to resist folks. Let those of us who embraced the monkey years before be a warning of what not to do.
Like many struggling with addiction, I grew up in a home where things were readily available. In my case, the coffee pot was never empty and there were always cookies, pie, or some version of a goody on the counter. (My parents also smoked like proverbial chimneys, but that skipped this generation, PTL.) I can’t only blame it on my parents though because I am the one who does this: stumble bleary-eyed to the machine in the morning, or reach for the Oreos after a particularly aggravating parenting moment. But I have never really thought of myself as having a problem. Even as I’ve had to buy bigger and bigger sizes of pants, I’ve just ignored all the signs that I have a problem.
And then last Monday the coffee maker died. Not in a last wheezing gasp of coffee into the carafe but as cascading floods of liquid go-go-juice all over the counter and floor. So, I snarfed down a handful of Oreos and spent the day shopping for a new coffee maker.
It goes without saying that I have a longer than average list of requirements in a coffee maker. After all, my husband roasts his own coffee beans. But, you can imagine what my day was like running on inferior “chain” coffee with a 3 year old for company as we traveled from shop to shop, looking for a decent replacement.
In case you are wondering, I settled on the Cuisinart 12 cup programmable machine with the thermal carafe. Here’s a picture of my lovely new friend.
Isn’t she lovely? This carafe really does a great job of keeping the coffee quite hot, even after several hours. In fact, left-over coffee from the day before is still warm when it goes down the drain – although this is a rare occasion, to be sure.
Some people have complained of the “I’m ready!” beep at the end of the cycle, but it doesn’t bug me and I sleep right through it on the mornings when my husband makes the coffee before I get up. I think of the beep (there are actually 5 of them in quick, zippy, succession) as her way of letting me know that I can begin easing my way back into the land of the living. Also, it is quite handy as the sound of the Oreo bag rattling can be loud enough to mask the typical end of cycle gurgling that most coffee makers have.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got another cup of coffee to pour.