A couple of years ago, I decided I was tired of dealing with wet grounds and washing out my French Press every day, so we switched to a regular coffee machine. For convenience (I can’t do a Keurig or even a Nespresso machine...those pods just don’t work for me).

So after a couple of years of cleaning out the entire machine on a daily basis, which I can’t believe I didn’t notice was WAY more work than the French Press deal, I have officially switched back this morning.

And it’s amazing.

I love my coffee. Some people have used the term ‘hot liquid mud’ and I’m actually okay with that. I probably use at least twice the normal amount....okay, three times...but it’s too weak if I don’t. Also, I don’t use sugar, so if it’s too weak, the bitterness comes out and I just can’t. 

So yesterday, my husband brought the press that he’s been using when he makes coffee at work home, and I decided to go back. Except, it’s been a couple of years and I wanted to make sure I did it right, so I read a bunch of articles first, and then went for it. 

Long story short, DO IT. It’s so much better. Sweeter and rounder and more flavors, and just all around delightful. And, yes, I use three rounded tablespoons per cup. Mmmmmmmmmm buddy.

Don’t judge...I’m a Farmer. It’s in my genes. 

Alrighty. I'm trying to make it to lunchtime, but there's a conference in the conference room, and I don't want to be in the middle of my bowl o' cottage cheesy goodness and have someone walk out and interrupt me.

I know that it's just cottage cheese, not pudding or anything fun, but I have pineapple for it and everything. And I eat breakfast at like 5:30 am, so I'm starving and everything in the world sounds delicious right now.

I also have six Triscuits, so there you go.

Can we all just agree that everyone should be done and leave so I can eat my dang lunch? Yes? Okay, good.

Get on that, ladies.

Come ON.

Those Triscuits are calling me.

Also, I'm wearing a shirt that feels like it might be slightly clingy in the back, and feeling paranoid about back bulgy action and stuff, along with my usual concerns about stomach bulgy action, bra strap showage, and trying to blink more often so my eyeballs don't shrivel up and fall out, so I've been sitting funny and really straight all day and I want to slouch while I eat and maybe close my eyes. Something like that.

Still no signs of the door opening or people coming out.

Also, there is not work to do during the lunch hour most days, so I can't even stay distracted with that.

UGH.

Alright, I'm going to chance it. Cottage cheese time, here we go. Good luck, me.