Jake is not impressed.
You see, Steve and I bought a new coffee maker a few weeks ago and as much as you might think our coffee choices and Jake’s happiness are two separate issues … surprise, not so much.
Steve drinks a lot of coffee. I love a good cup of coffee, but can’t stand anything bitter so I tend to drink a lot of tea. When we stop at Tim’s, I drink tea. At work, I drink tea. In restaurants, I usually drink tea. But on Saturday and Sunday mornings at home, I drink coffee. I love my weekend coffee, which Steve always makes. He makes the best coffee — at least he did until a couple of weeks ago. Now, I’m sorry to say, he makes the second best coffee (sorry Steve, but you know it’s true).
We were visiting my brother and sister-in-law in February and they made us coffee in their new coffee maker, one of those single cup brewers that take K-cups. For those who have never tried this manna from the heavens, K-cups look like overgrown coffee creamers and they have ground coffee and small filters inside. With just one cup each, we were hooked. For about three weeks, I thought about that coffee every day, several times a day. When someone mentioned coffee, I could almost taste it. I’m not sure I didn’t dream about that coffee. And I think Steve was just as bad.
So a couple of weeks ago, off we went to buy our new toy. Since then our coffee consumption has increased … a lot. The first few days were really bad, but it has now calmed down a little. Still, we use that coffee maker every day, whereas we used the old one mostly on weekends.
How does all this affect Jake, you ask?
No more Tim’s runs. Most weekends, Steve would run into town and get coffee or we would stop at Tim’s while we were out shopping. It just wouldn’t be right to stop at Tim’s and not get Jake a Timbit, so he was still getting his treats on a regular basis.
Then came the coffee machine and now we make our coffee at home, so his Timbit consumption has dropped off almost as drastically as our coffee consumption has skyrocketed. That’s probably a good thing, but our boy just isn’t convinced. Jake is all about his belly, not his waistline.
Oh well, it’s just another reason to be anxious for riding season to get under way. In the meantime, where did I leave my coffee cup?