Fully Caffeinated

The Roommate bought me a Keurig single-cup coffee maker for Christmas. The downside of which is that I have almost instant access to a hot cup of coffee at any given time of the day. I can climb out of bed at 2am and within minutes have a steaming cup o’ joe in my hands. Why is this a downside? Because I’m rapidly turning into an addict. That’s why.

I regularly have a cup or two of coffee every day. I try not to have more than that mainly because I don’t want to feel like coffee is the only way I can survive my life. I know people who are like that. I don’t want to be like them. Even decaf can do that, so I’m conservative in the ways of coffee consumption. But the whole concept of having an immediate cup of fresh-brewed coffee at my beck and call is making me a little crazy. The first night this bad boy was in my house, I drank six cups. Six large French-roasted cups. Jesus. I’m going to develop a serious twitch if I keep going at this rate.

I have officially retired my regular coffee maker. I will miss the whole pot-o-coffee thing, but realistically I was always making wayyyyyy more coffee than I actually would drink. And I hate wasting coffee. It’s blasphemy, really. Yeah, I have a French press, but I have to be in a special mood for that experience (and that also tends to get me in trouble with wanting to drink the entire carafe). One day I’ll live in a house with enough counter space that I can have a pod maker and a carafe maker. But until that lottery-winning day happens, I’m pretending that I’m a single gal living on her own.

The most evil part of this entire setup? I can make myself faux mochas. I just throw a few spoonfuls of this into the bottom of my mug before hitting the brew button, and bam! A nice toffee mocha at my disposal. Because I needed the easy calories. Oh early morning drives to work will never be the same again.