For today's Confession Friday - I am a snob.
Part One: COFFEE AND ME = BEST BUDS
He received a T-shirt from one of our daughters and son-in-law that reads: "Never get between me and my coffee." And if THAT doesn't sum up Ed's passion for brewed caffeine, I don't know what would. Except maybe, "Forget the cup, give me a syringe so I can shoot coffee directly into my veins!"
During our first 30 years of marriage, we drank coffee the old fashioned way - brewed at home. I remember when we got our first Mr. Coffee. No more percolator, even though I miss the sound a percolator makes as it pushes the water up through the metal tube and over the ground beans. However, I didn't miss the grounds that always seemed to escape the basket, settling into the brew and making its way to the bottom of the cup. Such is modern life....coffee quick and easy. But little did I know that the Mr.Coffee phenomenon was the precursor to what was about to take America by storm.
Part Two: A POWERFUL SEDUCTRESS
"Starbucks says they are going to start putting religious quotes on cups. The very first one will say, 'Jesus! This cup is expensive!' "~ Conan O'Brien
Never, thought I, never will I pay a $1.50 for a lousy cup of coffee and on top of that, go to a place that only sold coffee. I had seen the news stories of people waiting in line to place an order for a cup of coffee. It was just coffee, for Pete's sake. Who in their right mind?...... That was my reaction when Starbucks was establishing themselves across the country. Who would do that when for 50 cents you could go to Waffle House or McDonald's and get a cup of Joe? Not to mention that Starbucks has its own lingo to learn, as in "give me a Grand decaf skinny cinnamon dolce latte." Pre-Starbucks innocence was mine and I blissfully lived in ignorance. Until....
We moved. Down the road, 4.3 miles from my house to be exact, was the notorious place that made me a coffee whore. A Starbucks, a Million Dollar producing Starbucks establishment, a BIG Starbucks. I went into that Starbucks a few weeks after our move like a lamb to slaughter. They had me at the door. The smell, that heavenly, divine aroma of freshly brewed coffee made from richly roasted beans, unlike anything I could produce at home and certainly couldn't obtain at Waffle House or Micky D's. Not only did Starbucks provide the elixir, they also provided big comfy chairs, newspapers, cool music piped overhead - what's not to love? And then my relationship with coffee and Starbucks took another turn in the road....
My youngest daughter, Lane, up and fell in love with a wonderful Canadian young man, who proceeded to woo her, lured her to Vancouver, BC and promptly married her. Her first and only real job there for the past 5 years has been - you guessed it - at a Starbucks. In Vancouver, Starbucks are just about on every corner. Lanie loves working for Starbucks and they have treated her well. So now there is another incentive to give Starbucks my business. Might as well support the business that helps support my daughter and her Canadian and keep it all in the family! Starbucks, what a hold you have on me. Which brings my confession to snobbery.....
Part Three: HARD CORE STARBUCKS
"Starbucks represents something beyond a cup of coffee." ~ Howard Shultz