As you can see below, I have started to work for Starbucks once again.  With the job comes an array of coffee knowledge and a taste palate trained for discerning notes in the drink.  You could compare it to a wine connoisseur who knows the in and outs of each brew.  It’s amazing how many different flavors you can find in a single cup of coffee.

My snobbery of coffee, however, is returning.  The coffee of which I am drinking this morning is not appeasing what-so-ever, and is actually somewhat difficult to gulp.  Canned coffee in a drip pot to fresh ground coffee in a french press is like Long John Silver’s to Red Lobster.  There is simply no comparison.

I am grateful that Rhonda makes coffee for the office every morning.  It is not her fault that this is not great coffee, it is just the nature of it.  In the weeks to come I hope to provide this place with some good, fresh ground beans that are palatable.

About two months had passed before I could get used to drinking non-gourmet coffee, and it seems as if I have entered into the same mindset once again.  It is something I both hate and love.  I hate it because this severely limits the coffee I enjoy.  I love it because I enjoy the coffee.  What is this world coming to?