When on holiday…and that’s been a while, I prefer Irish. Coffee, whiskey and cream. Lush.
Recently, at morning times, I’ve been using rich Indian blended coffee, local butter, a dash or 4 of MCT oil (depending when I plan to eat next), and no sugar almond milk (blended of course, with a foam head like a pint of Guinness).
Any other time my coffee is pretty basic…in fact I prefer tea if I’m out and about in cafes.
This reminds me of a funny/scary story. I had made a fast friend of an older woman I met at the Falls Creek Falls trailhead in rural Washington. She was a real character and we hit it off enough to exchange info and set up a hike together later that spring. When I picked her up at her home to carpool, she invited me in for a pre-hike coffee which I was not about to turn down because she had a very fancy-schmancy Italian espresso maker. She asked me if I wanted some whiskey in it.
At 8 o’clock in the morning.
She gave me an impromptu tour of her home (mansion). She had a wine cellar larger than my garage. She declared she wasn’t much of a drinker but suggested I grab a bottle for “after the hike.” I suddenly remembered how, when I first met her, she was drinking wine in cans with her girlfriend at the Falls Creek Falls trailhead. I said No and then thanked my lucky stars I was driving that day. She’s no longer in my contacts.
Moral: There’s bulletproof coffee and then there’s Jack Daniel’s. Never confuse them.
First, wow great shot. Would love to stand where photo stood.
And you gotta wonder what she considers “much of a drinker.” LOL
But I can’t judge. I have past experience in that arena.
Me, too. Because it’s not my photo. I was too lazy twenty minutes ago to upload my own. I’m using my current leg injury as an excuse for pretty much everything until the weather improves.
This is my photo. I was standing higher on the cliff that day because it was a massive runoff year and the extra-full falls were billowing out so much mist that one’s camera lens beaded up like a shower door in about 0.3 seconds. But, rainbow.
I did say when I’m on holiday…just to clarify!!!
Has been a while. I would actually prefer tea over coffee, but that version I make of the bullet coffee, if I have it in the morning I can go out to work for a full day and not eat until I return. I’m not sure if it’s doing me any good though.
Present company accepted, of course. No judgment whatsoever, I used to put away quite a bit in my youth, but I could only stomach whiskey if it was cloaked in Irish Cream and mixed with plenty of other flavors to boot. Never understood the whiskey aficionados who could sip that sweat sock water straight from the glass…
Way before Keto, on holiday in Spain, Irish coffee. Just found the pic. To my horror, I suspect the ‘cream’ was from an aerosol…either that or Spanish cream doesn’t float my boat.
I think I just died a little, which is wildly hypocritical considering how much Easy Cheese I consumed in college. There may have been hangovers involved, don’t remember. Everything before Kaukauna Port Wine Spreadable Cheddar is a blur.
LOL.
Yip, I’ve been there in very similar circumstances.
I still get a bit wrecked on the gin tbh, but the accompanying unhealthy junk eating has gone, thankfully.
I can’t believe the crap I used to eat and thought it was OK.
I wrote black but I prefer it not black, actually. I just drink much black as I drink coffee not only in my tiny eating window and anyway, good coffee is good when black 
I couldn’t say “EGGS” or “very subtly coffee flavored water” but they are close to me 
And I couldn’t care less if it’s caffeinated or not, I do the first as it’s cheaper.
Sometimes I use rum in it (Stroh80) but it’s pretty rare. Nowadays 2g butter may happen.
Cream is the best, well, a ton of whipped cream is the best but I don’t want to overeat fat more than I normally do (not at all now that I do carnivore-ish OMAD and stayed away from the forum and did other things to avoid thinking about food ALL the time. I only do that for some hours per day)… So I barely ever keep cream at home now. So I use the next best: egg yolk and 2g butter per mug of coffee. Or I drink them black but that requires good coffee and I still have some worse to go through too (I never buy those again if possible).
Sometimes when I read about people not being able to function without coffee and having lots of energy with it, I wonder… Are they without coffee like me no matter how? I almost always have low-ish energy (it’s better lately, interesting. I think it’s due to carnivore-ish. keto never gave me energy) and I am a zombie in the morning (until noon at least) but coffee doesn’t affect me at all. If I suddenly stop drinking it, I miss it (and promptly start to drink cocoa, pretty good replacement for me. tea is nothing like coffee but cocoa is the same kind of drink) but I have no withdrawal symptoms or any other real problem. I just don’t stop drinking it. But I have run out of it a few times so I know it’s nothing.
I love the smell of proper coffee. I just prefer the taste of my instant one A good one smells good enough anyway. But I don’t drink it just for the flavor. It’s a habit I try to weaken since the Water Only November (as far as drinks go) that I did partially. I like my hot water. Sometimes I wonder why I use coffee? Mine is very close to hot water anyway… At least my black ones. I can’t stand bitterness.
So this is a coincidence. Never in my life had I had cold brew coffee, but bought some yesterday at the grocery store while stocking up for an incoming snowstorm.
It always seemed crazy to me to pay so much - but, an extra large coffee from the local doughnut shop, with tax, is $3.46. So to get about twice as much for a little more money, what the hey, as they say; just trying it out.
So this morning here I am drinking out of the jug, and I see this poll about coffee. Cosmic.
Kismet.
I make my own cold brew a couple times a month by dumping coarse grounds into a bowl of water, filtering out the nectar in the morning, and storing the goodies in the fridge. Comes to about 40 cents per 12 oz. cup, including cream. Sipping it right now, rather triumphantly.
Come on in, the water’s fine.
**The Rescued Life** (from pre-Keto days)
Smack me with your caffeine stick,
Hit me out of the park,
From the sleepy mire thick,
You kindle my life’s spark.
A cuppa joe or just a cuppa,
Breakfast, lunch and even suppa,
Grind your beans into my brain,
Take away the mortal pain.
Decaf - such a dirty word,
I pity those from whom it’s heard,
With a bun or coffee roll,
Bless you, cup, you’ve saved my soul.
Mocha java dirty mud,
I’d rather have you as my blood,
Now that I can actually think,
Do your due, brew me some ink.
Brashly dark, not creamy soft,
Raise my flattened mind aloft,
I take you hot, no need for ice,
Show me shores of paradise.
My only coffee story is that I did one of those 23&Me genetic tests, largely for giggles. It told me that caffeine had less effect on me than normal people.
I read that as saying “you need to drink more coffee.”
Lyrics to the iconic song, a signature piece by the Inkspots and The Manhattan Transfer. The lyrics appear to be taken from the famous Inkspots record from the 1940’s:
I love coffee, I love tea,
I love the java jive, and it loves me.
Coffee and tea, and the java and me,
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup—boy!
I love java, sweet and hot,
Whoops, Mr. Moto, I’m a coffee pot!
Shoot me the pot—now, pour me a shot,
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!
Oh, slip me a slug from the wonderful mug,
I’ll cut a rug till I’m snug in the jug,
A slice of onion and a raw one, draw one,
Waiter, waiter, percolator!
I love coffee, I love tea,
I love the java jive, and it loves me.
Coffee and tea, and the java and me,
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cupI
Oh, Boston beans, soy beans (Yeah!),
Green beans, cabbage and greens (Home cooking!);
I’m not keen for a bean,
Unless that is a cheery, cheery bean, boy!
I love coffee, I love tea,
I love the java jive, and it loves me.
Coffee and tea, and the java and me,
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup—yeah!
I love java, sweet and hot.
Whoops, Mr. Moto, I’m a coffee pot!
Shoot me the pot, now pour me a shot,
A cup, a cup, a cup! (Yeah!)
Oh, throw me that slug from the wonderful mug,
And I’ll cut a rug till I’m snug in the jug.
Drop a nickel in a pot, Joe, takin’ it slow.
Waiter, waiter, percolator!
I love coffee, I love tea,
I love the java jive, and it loves me.
Coffee and tea, and the java and me,
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup—boy!