The converse of the finger is of course….
The cup of Joe and the square of chocolate.

If u are reading me….let me say all things relate back to food and drink for me. I think historically I associate life with imbibing and eating.

Let me discuss coffee for a moment. Yes, I digress: I have tried to like my Nespresso friends. I have. I swear. I love the design. It makes me feel so euro chic on the counter. It is euro chic, right? But yuck. That pod tastes like cardboard soaked in water. Where is the coffee? Yes, everyone else says it’s the best. They offer it to me trying again and again to convince me I will love it. Pouring me a cappucino a nice cup and all the pretty froth…looks super deceiving till u take a sip. I want to love it. I do. But…sadly, I don’t. And I’m open to it. I swear I am….
I do love, however, the very chic red nespresso milk frother on my counter. I’ll get back to that…

In the meantime, I must admit I have finally surrendered to my Keurig. I am alone in the coffee addiction. I’ve tried to rid myself of it trying all kinds of other items. Herbal tea grosses me out. Real tea is nice but remains an afternoon event short of a stomach flu. I tried fake coffees when my heartburn raged. Absolute yuck on that. Everyone gives that fake coffee a huge rating on amazon but it simply grossed me out ..

“Dandy Blend” is pretty good if u liked sanka in your youth (my mama used to drink it for years)…. But it’s not coffee friends. It’s just not. And there is that smell of coffee. It is the best smell in the morning. In fact, lets juts say this…It IS “morning”.

So….
Brands of Keurig…if u are alone in your addiction,as I am in thishouse, the pod is a beautiful thing: you don’t have to have a cold pot of burnt yuckiness sitting around. Nothing to clean up. It’s simple. Pop it in and boom. Fresh coffee. So it’s pedestrian on the counter. It’s American right? It’s not the Ferrari of coffee makers. It’s not sexy. It’s like a mini van I suppose. But hell, it’s easy.

I loved the Paradiso blend by Dietrichs. But of course if I love it…they terminate it. I’m not sure why that happnes but it seems every perfume or food item I love goes out of print, out of stock…only to become vintage. I know what you are thinking. That’s because I am vintage. Well, fuck u…I am. And like a fine wine. Oh gosh, that sounded angry. Oh well, no readers yet anyway. So…now I am drinking French Roast by Dietrichs and I find it pretty ymmy….it’s not my Paradiso (even the name was more enchanting like a euro movie or something) (maybe a better blog name actually)

Let’s for a second discuss the best coffee ever…at the Urth cafe in LA. Now they will probably close. It’s to die for. Seriously everyone in the world MUST try it. All of you non readers of this non blog. Go forth and try it. And then please please find me and send me the recipe. I think the secret is sweetened condensed milk. I’m not sure what the fuck that is but I gotta tell u right here and now, that shit is damn good in almost everything and it better be at 10,000,000 calories a teaspoon. But I’m thinking that’s the secret ( not “the” secret but their secret). I even tried an experiment where I used my horrible bad pods from nespresso but frothed up some half and half (breve for you barristas out there) and added a tablespoon of the sweetened condensed milk from the can and wow…almost like Urth cafe. But yes…perhaps the joy purpose of this blog is to get the recipe for all things no longer available or secret to me….

Okay…
So…let me say my morning java is ALWAYS accompanied by my little (pronouced….LEEETLE) friend, (insert accent from SCARFACE) the dark chocolate square. My preference is the Ritter sport bar with hazelnuts. Again reminiscent of all European moments. This bar will cost u in excess of 3 bucks at most stores except Trader Joes and Target where they are 1.99….I’ve even gotten my significant other (soon to have a Blog name related to his lack on interest in any interesting food groups) to become addicted to this special bar of heaven.

Gotta go get this doublay….(pronounced dooooobleh….)
It’s the morning counterpart to the finger…

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