There will be spills
Coffee in bed. Who doesn’t love coffee in bed?
Don’t come at me tea drinkers! I don’t want to hear about your cozy chamomile under the covers. If you’re not kick-starting your day with Colombian fire-roasted drugs, you’re not living! That’s right. I’m a caffeine pusher, and proud of it.
Woof. Coming in hot…where was I?
Ah yes. Coffee in bed. It’s a delight. Highly recommended.
Like all of life’s great pleasures though, there exist some associated risks. Sometimes the coffee can burn your tongue. There’s a risk that the coffee is missing the necessary accouterments, and thus diminishing your ultimate pleasure. Perhaps you do not have as much time as you thought to lounge in bed so you’ve needlessly tormented yourself with the bliss of coffee in bed only to have it torn away by “Alexa” shouting at you about your next calendared meeting. You know you can keep sipping your coffee, but Karen in the office does not need to see what color of sheets you have on Zoom.
There is another risk. It is a rare risk, unspoken in most circles. The coffee in bed advocates, such as myself, don’t want the general public to know that the possibility of total disaster lingers in the air with every sip because we want you to experience the the ultimate luxury that is drinking your favorite beans in bed! Alas…you should know. This blog is about transparency. So you should know, that even if you manage to make the coffee at the perfect temperature, even if you have the perfect cream to coffee ratio, even if Karen pushes back your Zoom call to noon - there is a risk that you leave your perfectly roasted, locally roasted, just-brewed coffee in a wide open mug, on top of your brand new memory foam mattress with your just cleaned sheets and that wide open mug spills 16 ounces of Rainforest Alliance approved coffee with cream ALL OVER your side of the bed.
And so 48 hours into the next year of our lives, we began. With spilled coffee. Covering half of our bed. Which is as big as the back of a 2004 4runner.
The culprit - omg, you’re obsessed with guilt - is not important, but we know smart money was on Blake (his words, not mine). The spiller, the careless coffee enthusiast though, was indeed me. So anyone betting on the underdog for the initial calamity got a big pay out.
More importantly, Lesson One on this new adventure - there will spills. We thought that lesson might make itself known more metaphorically up front, but the literal version really helped with our long term comprehension.
Shout out to Black Sheep Coffee Roasters in Bishop, CA for the wonderfully aromatic ambiance we enjoyed for a week before we got to do laundry!
After a week in the Eastern Sierras and Southern Utah, and a week in NM with the Pacheco clan, we’re heading through Colorado this week (Durango > Crested Butte > Salida > Denver!) Now that this thing is up and running we’ll do our best to send the updates as we’re moving along whenever we get some interwebs.
Much love,
E + B
