The "F" Word

  I would like to take a moment to discuss the profanity of the coffee world. I hate to use this kind of language here but, yes, I am talking about....
  Folgers.
  Pardon me while I wash my fingers' mouths with soap... Okay, I'm back.
  Now. Let me lay out this scene for you:
A nice, average person walks into their local grocery store. They pick up the eggs and milk and other          average things. "Oh, and I need some coffee." All is well and good so far. They go to the Coffee and   Tea isle. Now they are bombarded with a choice. Oh, my gosh. Coffeecoffeecoffee. This average person has already had to decide 2% or 1%? Almond? Silk Milk? Organic? Brown eggs? White eggs? Farm fresh?
Too many decisions! Why can't things be easier?
And now, here we are in the coffee section, tons of coffee staring them in face.
At this point there is a mental shutdown.
The brain searches for some familiarity to grasp onto before it completely lets go and swims into the oblivion of indecision.
Then.
A name sticks out to them, reaching it's hand like the Shimmering Angel of Morning Blends. It says to them, "You know me. You see me at your grandparents house, at church gatherings, on TV, in cabinets all across the U.S.A, and in your heart. You know that I am always here to bring caffeine and love."
The person falls for the beauty of the red container and buys the Angel.
But the angel is not really an angel. It's the bane of sophisticated blends, it's the demon that haunts coffee-lovers, making us shudder in our sleep. It is Folgers.

 
I feel it is my duty to raise awareness for this common and horrifying problem sweeping across our great nation. I entreat you, for the love of coffee, try different blends. I know the"F" word is cheap, but so are other, better coffees. It's a bit of a treasure hunt, but didn't we all want to be pirates at some point in our lives?

An Exploration.

    I talked a little about Charleston in the last post but I really didn't do the place justice. As I wandered around the town with some friends I found many treasures hidden behind corners and small alleyways. I just want to share a few pictures and stories. If you ever get around to it you should explore Charleston. I like being able to travel because I get to explore places that never would have existed in my mind otherwise. I may not be discovering things for the first time in history, but I am for the first time in my history. My world is constantly expanding through big and little towns, long and short stories that I hear and experience, coffees I try, pictures I capture, books I read. They're all puzzle pieces that make up the map of where I've been and what I've learned. So even if you are exploring your hometown or five miles from it or five thousand miles from it, go explore. Go find some more puzzle pieces. Here are a few of mine:

First, the ocean.

And me embracing the ocean.

Some building I discovered.

I've decided I want one of these.

Doors and signs.

Expressions.

This is a tea and spice shop. They had hundreds of leaves and grinds and dips and brews.

Behind a very slim alley was a quaint set-up complete with fountain, garden, tea-table, and this bench.

 The Black Fedora.  A random treasure full of books and mystery items and a dining area where they put on mystery shows that the audience becomes a part of.

 My hero: The Thin Man.

I love this picture. I wonder who they are.

When I saw this lovely gazebo I wished I had a dancing partner to share it with me.

And, for whatever reason, my favorite.