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I’d like to rant (again) about something (else) that annoys (the crap out of) me. Coffee. That’s right. I don’t drink it, although I’ve been known to serve it. What the hell is the deal with people who not only drink coffee, but feel the need to transport it every damn place they go – as if it were an oxygen tank, an IV, or a kidney dialysis machine? You see people walking around with these wasteful paper cups of coffee they bought from Starsucks, Pete’s, Noah’s, and because they can’t handle how HOT the drink is, they have to add those little brown recycled paper holders around the cup. Next thing you know, they will have little wheels and handles installed so you don’t even have to hold it, but drag it along behind you. I can cut a little slack to those who use their own mug, thermos, whatever your vessel. But it produces 1) a lot of trash 2) a lot of litterbugs and 3) the notion that this is acceptable social public behavior.

What brings me to this tirade against coffee is my dear partner of 13+ years who dribbled coffee from our kitchen, down the stairs, out the door, into the garage, onto his jacket, and on our car’s backseat this morning. I followed the trail getting angrier and angrier until I found him to tell him he was making a mess. He glanced down at his no-longer-air-tight travel mug with confusion. Of course there was sugar in it. More than half the population can’t seem to stomach the stuff without enough sugar and cream to make it the equivalent of MELTED COFFEE ICE CREAM. I went back to the house to clean it up, but Kaweah beat me to it.

We indulged in a little booze-n-chocolate tonight. I got these lovely chocolate cups over the holidays and decided it was high time to bust them out. You serve them with girl booze like Kahlua or Baileys. I guess you can also pipe whipped cream or mousse into them, but you don’t get the same effect.

Last night after work, we did our weekly grocery shopping which included a trip to Costco this time. But before pulling into the parking lot, I announced I was hungry – I hadn’t eaten in eight hours. Jeremy said, “I’m hungry too!” We detoured to Wendy’s for an order of fries and thus a financial disaster was averted… Never shop when you are hungry.

I bought salt.

In the past 24 hours, I have cooked a lot of dishes: crock pot roast beef (for KJ), tofu red curry, crusted roast pork loin, turkey reuben sandwiches, and homemade chicken soup (for KJ). Crock pots are friggin awesome. They’re more energy efficient and such a great way to slow cook food (let’s hear it for slow food!).