a story about coffee
30 April, 2014
I've never really been much of a coffee drinker because I usually prefer tea, but also, I don't know how to use a coffee machine. (is that even what they're called? haha) I had a job once where my boss expected me to make coffee, and quickly asked me to stop doing so. I could just never figure it out.
Bryan bought me a French press for Christmas last year, and it has been a game changer. Why do we feel the need to over complicate things?! The French press doesn't even require electricity! So now that I can make a decent cup of coffee on my own, I've become quite the connoisseur.
Generally, I buy a good, flavored coffee and I take it black, or sometimes with a splash of milk, because I fancy myself a minimalist, so you can imagine my surprise when a couple of weeks ago, a friend made me a cup of coffee with butter and coconut oil in it. I thought he was nuts, and even made a Paula Dean joke, but quickly retracted after tasting it. It was so, so good. He tried telling me it was healthy, and I didn't believe it, so I looked it up for myself, and it turns out that like everything else on the interwebz, there is conflicting information, so it could be? I say positive thinking, people! Ignorance is delicious, and frothy bliss.
Anyway, if you feel the need to try it out, and you should, here's what to do:
Brew 16 oz of coffee. Add it to a blender with 1/2 tbsp unsalted, butter (preferably from grass fed cows) and 1/2 tbsp of coconut oil. Blend. Enjoy.