I knew this day would come. I’m ashamed it happened on National Coffee Day, but hey, it is what it is.
Here’s the first half hour of my morning went:
7:00 am: I woke up, ready to put in another day’s hard work while simultaneously feeling guilty about the fact that people who work much harder than me have been up for at least an hour already.
7:15 am: I actually got out of bed after doom-scrolling through the news on my phone. Around that time, I wondered why my first instinct every morning is to reach for my phone and inject distressing things straight into my eyeballs. Whatever. I’ll figure that out later.
7:17 am: I pulled a bag of Fire Dept Coffee out of the cupboard and noticed this:
My bag of Fire Dept Coffee is almost out, and I consider this totally unacceptable. I freaking love this coffee. And not just because I had an opportunity to talk to the veterans and firefighters who willed this coffee into existence. It’s because it tastes damn good.
I’m not exactly a coffee snob, so please don’t expect me to start talking about tasting notes with words like “fruity” and “earthy” here. All I know is Fire Dept Coffee did their homework on this blend. Their flagship roast is smooth, never bitter, tastes incredible after four minutes in a French press, and it gives me the caffeine I need to keep the demons away.
Truly well done, guys. I’m forever in your debt.
Fortunately there was an easy solution to this predicament. Therefore:
7:21 am: I bought some more. And since Fire Dept Coffee ships very quickly, there’s a very good chance I’ll never have to witness this terrifying sight ever again: