My poor husband had a vile and long day at work yesterday, and didn’t feel up to doing the shopping. We are out of coffee and milk. I’ve talked before about how I drink coffee AND tea. Two cups of coffee with milk and sugar has been my happy wake-me-up for decades.
TODAY is different, and I am drinking Queen Catherine. It was of course delicious, and really lovely with a buttered English muffin. No bitterness, that slight sweet smoke amazingly delectable.
BUT, I have to say, I am missing my coffee something terrible. Of course part of it is caffeine withdrawal. I’m headachey, cranky, and impatient. I would have to drink at least twice the QC to get to my coffee state (and that doesn’t take into account the tea I drink later in the day which adds even more caffeine). Part of it is that I’m missing the milk and sugar comfort. I think I would be pining much less for my coffee if I had a cozy Assam with milk and sugar instead of the austere QC.
I don’t even know what I’m trying to say! I am feeling very annoyed with my dependency on caffeine, milk and sugar…that’s for sure. This little morning of “doing without” is revealing. I felt very excited when I started appreciating my late morning and afternoon plain chinese teas, and maybe it’s time to take it a notch further? Maybe this will all be a distant memory once my husband goes to the store? We shall see…