janry
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I love my wife and have done so for almost 29 years but she does not have my passion for coffee. This can lead to trouble sometimes. Before I retired, coffee at home for me wasn't a big deal. I almost always waited till I got to the office to make some coffee in a French Press or I'd drink the office swill. Sometimes, I'd stop a coffee shop and get a cup to have on the road. But since retirement I've tried to take my home coffee up several levels. I don't think my wife fully appreciates it.
A few months ago, we dropped by a little shop that sells cookware but they also sharpen knives so my wife took some knives there to be sharpened. When we walked in, the shop smelled very much of coffee. It seems one of the owners buys big bags of roasted coffee in bulk and then sells the coffee in smaller bags sealed only by the twist-tie things. My wife said "Let's buy some of this coffee", and I told her there was no telling how old this coffee was but the owner came over and bragged on how good this coffee was. I just about cried as my wife bought a couple of small bags of the stuff. OK. Fine. Now, she only drinks coffee 2 or 3 times a week and when she does, she puts some kind of flavored cream in it. Quite insulting to me. But the first time I made some of the coffee for her, it was the definition of stale. But because of the cream she puts in it, she thought it great. I only used the coffee from this shop when she wanted some. I cringed every time I sipped it. Finally, it was gone. Whew!
I told her to please never buy coffee from them again and so far she hasn't. But, even I have some weakness when I walk down the grocery store aisle that has the coffee. I love the smell and the packages are so shiny. But, I resist and wait to buy locally roasted coffee. Not my wife. A couple of weeks ago, she went to the grocery store and came back with a bag of Gevalia. OK. Fine. When she wants coffee, I use that stuff. After the 2nd time she asked why I didn't make her coffee from the other beans I had. I told her from now on when she buys coffee on her own, she has to drink it and as long as it is in the house, she can't have the good stuff.
How about it? Do any of you live with coffee peasants?
A few months ago, we dropped by a little shop that sells cookware but they also sharpen knives so my wife took some knives there to be sharpened. When we walked in, the shop smelled very much of coffee. It seems one of the owners buys big bags of roasted coffee in bulk and then sells the coffee in smaller bags sealed only by the twist-tie things. My wife said "Let's buy some of this coffee", and I told her there was no telling how old this coffee was but the owner came over and bragged on how good this coffee was. I just about cried as my wife bought a couple of small bags of the stuff. OK. Fine. Now, she only drinks coffee 2 or 3 times a week and when she does, she puts some kind of flavored cream in it. Quite insulting to me. But the first time I made some of the coffee for her, it was the definition of stale. But because of the cream she puts in it, she thought it great. I only used the coffee from this shop when she wanted some. I cringed every time I sipped it. Finally, it was gone. Whew!
I told her to please never buy coffee from them again and so far she hasn't. But, even I have some weakness when I walk down the grocery store aisle that has the coffee. I love the smell and the packages are so shiny. But, I resist and wait to buy locally roasted coffee. Not my wife. A couple of weeks ago, she went to the grocery store and came back with a bag of Gevalia. OK. Fine. When she wants coffee, I use that stuff. After the 2nd time she asked why I didn't make her coffee from the other beans I had. I told her from now on when she buys coffee on her own, she has to drink it and as long as it is in the house, she can't have the good stuff.
How about it? Do any of you live with coffee peasants?