Roomforcream

A few things you should know:

1. I never make a full cup.
2. Mine is always weaker than most
3. My milk ratio is 1:1

I once read that William Burroughs purposely became addicted to heroin. That seems kind of odd. Right? A few months ago I was introduced to Starbucks (obviously I don’t have much of a public-immersed life) and somehow, after years of hating it, I found that coffee did have a certain appeal. I’ve always liked the aroma, as most do, but the taste was what ruined it for me. But with Starbucks, I found I could weaken the potency by counteracting it with such flavors as vanilla and caramel. This is half-assed, I know, which is why I set a goal to become a coffee drinker, sans artificial flavoring. I want to be that woman in a long skirt who orders “coffee, black” and reads Dostoevsky in a corner.



Luckily, my parents’ had an old coffee pot they didn’t want and very readily and kindly gave it to me with the assurance “We use instant,” which is a statement I’m sure I’ll learn to turn my nose at, in the spirit of a true coffee drinker. It’s a 10-cup Mr. Coffee and mostly squared in all areas (i.e. the filter and body):



Meghan helped me find some cool coffee samples, one of which is flavored as I have to ease my way into this



and I made the decision to prolong my baby steps by buying vanilla Coffeemate.



I’m learning by trial and error. I’ve yet to make a full cup but am confident by the end of September that will be accomplished.

Hopefully this is the only one of Burroughs's ideas that piques my interest. Cause that dude was fucked up.