I’ve had a rough morning;
A rough Saturday morning to follow my exhausting yet exhilarating first week of work
I am not hungover, my Friday night was spent frying eggs with Naz
Instead, I woke up to a power outage; and it is during times like these that I am grateful to be in possession of a smartphone; one in which I could browser refresh the PGE (Portland General Electric) outage status
And the entire morning this is what I saw:
Estimated Restoration Time: 2pm
2PM? Keep in mind I am a woman who arises before 8; and I had a mamacita to fetch from the airport at noon?! Power outage? What is this day-altering blasphemy? I have e-mails to reply to, showers to take, hair to blowdry, and most importantly COFFEE to brew!!!
On that note; like most other edible and drinkable items, I admit that I am very much an elitist coffee snob; however I am also an addict- and a hardcore one of that; cases in point:
1) I refuse to stay in hotels which do not have ensuite coffeemakers
2) Don’t even try talking to me before I’ve had my first hit
3) I am Finnish; Finland is one of the top coffee consuming per capita countries in the world
4) When I got my wisdom teeth out, I couldn’t care less that I wasn’t allowed to drink water or eat food for 8 hours prior to surgery- I was most distraught that I would have to get out of bed and go somewhere before having coffee
5) My biggest apprehension about my study abroad in India was whether I would have access to NON-instant coffee (for the record I actually temporarily quit for around two months once I realised that most little villages in Uttarakhand do not have anything resembling coffee bean ancestry)
6) I’ve had roommate issues in the past pertaining to the intensity of my early morning coffee consumption patterns
Hence, after wallowing in bed for a good half hour desperately hoping that I would hear the glory of my fan lurching back to life and my closet light going aglow, I started on a hunt- a hunt for my coffee mug from yesterday; and lo and behold there was about seven sips of cold stale Peet’s Arabian Mocha Java left
This wasn’t gonna cut it. I could already feel the roots of a headache manifesting themselves in my temples; something had to be done…and fast. I grabbed my nearest pair of 7’s (the jeans), a chunky knit, and my closest clutch and ran out the door in a haze.
I was doing this. Going in public prior to coffee. All I could hope for was that I wouldn’t run into anyone I know; they would see the other side of me; the hidden “un-morning person” which was always shoved under a blanket of blissful java juice.
I headed to New Seasons Market, the closest and safest option; let me reiterate that driving without the influence of caffeine is indeed DANGEROUS; proof in point was that I once almost drove into oncoming traffic on one such morning for a 7am appointment.
I made it to New Seasons safe, albeit bitter-natured; bitter at the family standing in the way of my targeted parking spot, EXCESSIVELY bitter at the **********(your choice of swear word) who double parked next to me despite the fact that New Seasons has MASSIVE parking spaces, bitter at the woman standing in between me and the tap to the Stumptown Colombian Roast, bitter at the burly lumberjack in front of me in the queue purchasing enough tenderloins and cream of mushroom cans to feed stroganoff to an entire Russian principality when I had nothing but exact change and a measly sixteen ounces of liquid life
Upon returning home, walking up my front stairs sipping on my Stumptown, I arrived to a MUCH more pleasant surprise; no not restored electricity, but as you might notice in the above photo, I finally received my package from Artisana consisting of:
-One eight ounce walnut butter jar along with ten samples of their other tantalising yet healthy products: Almond butter, Cacao Bliss, Cashew Butter, Cashini (Cashew/Tahini), Coconut Butter, Coconut Oil, Macadamia Butter, Pecan Butter, Tahini, and another pouch of Walnut butter. I’ll do a proper review sometime after I have taken the time to taste each of these goodies, but so far from the raw walnut butter I did taste I will say that this stuff is glorious.
And then sure enough, at 11:58 am, after I had spent far too long baby powdering my roots (since there was no hot water to wash my hair with), the power came back on…and I had to leave for the airport. Awesome.
Oh, the humongous things we take for granted; I will admit that during my study abroad in India I stopped taking hot/clean water, power, coffee, meat, and not feeling itchy nor being eye-harassed 24/7 for granted; but then I came back home got nice and comfy again.
This post isn’t meant to be preachy nor a “look at how spoiled I am” diatribe of my cushy little Stumptown and Blue Bottle fueled life (and personality…alright, I do have genetics and environment to thank for that as well); it just is.
Hope you all have a good weekend.
And for the record, I did wash and blowdry my hair after I returned from the airport
What do you take most for granted?
What’s your morning routine? How adaptable are you to various environments?
How in the world do I eat/use coconut oil?