Thanks Digby for welcoming Smelling the Coffee. Some of the best comments following your post:
"I may just bookmark that blog and give up all the political ones. I'm not sure I can take many more days like yesterday. The state of this country is killing me."
"Coffee?Hell, the way things are going we should be blogging about alcohol. Of course, only the finest single malts and armagnacs ... white wine is for old-school Democrats: the new realists drink grappa and marc."
"Heh-heh-heh<. I remember my first coffee press . . . and my first bicycle, and my first kiss, and all that other kid stuff . . .
Real coffee? You can't handle real coffee.
Equal parts rain water and fine grind, heated to a rolling boil in a cast iron pot, left out to cool for the morrow's dawn, then strained through unwashed denim and four inches of beach sand.
Reheat, and add salt to taste.
I have no hair anywhere on my body.
I have a kitten, but it doesn't move anymore."
"You know what - I always drink the dirtiest, cheapest coffee, purchased at the local ghetto grocer, made super strong in a $20 drip pot purchased at Dollar General. That's the way I like it.
I felt vindicated when my neighbor's French exchange student said she liked it too."
"Funny, I blogged about coffee this morning too. Must be something in the air."
"My mother told me when I was 13 I should start drinking coffee but insisted I "drink it like a man" and not put any sugar or cream in it. I worried that I'd grow hair on my chest but, thankfully, that's not been a problem.
Really, though, Peet's is so superior to Starbucks. My husband drives a couple miles out of his way to pick up Peet's instead of going to the Starbucks right down on the corner. Peet's coffee is not only better, they're a socially progressive company, so we get to feed our lefty psyches while getting our caffeine fix. Mmmm. Nirvana.