Jen's Diary

Something about Coffee and Aging

I have an insatiable desire to buy a coffee machine, and I don't know why exactly.

I've sort of gotten "into" coffee recently. I've drank it for a while, ever since I first started working early shifts years and year ago, but that was more for practical reasons. Then it became habitual. Now though, for the first time ever - I feel like I'm starting to enjoy it. Maybe this is a good metaphor for life in general? Maybe it isn't. I'm not really certain about anything, to be honest.

Last year was a milestone because I bought a cafetière. That is adult shit. At a certain point, I guess, instant just doesn't do it for you. I'm not sure why exactly. I know it isn't the taste entirely, because I like instant perfectly fine. I think it's more the ritual. It's fun to have something to do in the morning before anything else. You boil the kettle, pop in the coffee (how much? It's up to you) then the water, and you leave it for a while because apparently that improves it somehow. Then you go off and do something else, like wash or water the plants or punch your life-size inflatable stress relief Graham Linehan. Then, and only then - is the fun. You get to push down this plunger, right? Sometimes it's tougher to push than other times - and I love those times. You feel like you're making something. You are a scientist, finishing your experiment. What are the results? Deliciousness.