Warning: Rambling post ahead. I blame coffee(ha!). Rambling!
I’m a coffee late bloomer. I don’t remember when I decided I loved it, but I was an adult (those who know me would argue then that I can’t be a coffee lover yet…behave). Probably was in my mid to late 20s before I truly enjoyed a delicious, steaming mug of coffee and never looked back.
I don’t drink it daily, but when I do? Boy, do I enjoy it. I don’t discriminate either. Why should I? I love an iced coffee, gulping it with no shame, and then bouncing off non-existent walls because caffeine is like a bull in a china cabinet in my system. Doesn’t stop me though.
And this has nothing to do with anything, but it popped into my head just now…
Years ago, I had the most delicious French pressed coffee (my first) at an endearing little restaurant right before I saw an alternative ballet production starring Mikhail Baryshnikov. I’m no ballet connoisseur (in fact, I know nothing of ballet except that I love it), but I sat for 3 hours while dear Misha and multiple ballerinas danced around on a stage carpeted in bubble-wrap.
Bubble. Wrap. During said performance, one of my eyeglass lenses suddenly popped out. My friend burst into a fit of giggles as I crawled around the floor in the dark, searching for that stupid lens while people loudly shushed her because they couldn’t hear every “pop pop pop popopopopopopopopopopopop” of the bubble-wrap which only made her laugh longer and louder. I found that naughty lens, shoved it in my purse, and proceeded to enjoy (uh) the rest of the performance with one eye closed so I could look out the lone behaving lens.
By the way (see? Ramble!), that wasn’t the last time I had a lens pop out of its own accord. It happened to me several months ago at the market when an odd man struck up a one-sided conversation with me, standing a bit too close for my liking, making me and my asparagus quite uncomfortable.
Just as I was planning my escape move (i.e. wordlessly turning and walking away), my lens popped out and smacked him. Like it knew I needed its help. I’m tight with my glasses like that. I laughed so hard at my defensive lens, hunched over, hands on my thighs for support, executing the kind of uncontrolled, silent laughter that makes strange men uncomfortable (take that!). I then promptly called my bff who laughed uncontrollably, asking for a play-by-play of the story whereby I “slow-motioned” the event so she could properly hoot and holler at my elegant behavior.
Uh…what was this post about?
Ah yes, coffee ice cubes! Do you also hate when regular old ice melts and waters down your iced coffees? Solution? Simply let your leftover brewed coffee cool down, pour it into ice-cube trays, freeze, and pop into your iced coffee. I mean, how easy is that?
Now that I’ve left you bewildered and confused, I wish you a happy Saturday filled with coffee-iced-cubed glee!
p.s. (sorry, I can’t stop today) Ree Drummond (aka The Pioneer Woman) has a super-duper recipe on her site for the best iced coffee. It’s delish. You should try it. But when I’ve none on hand, I do the above method and it does the trick just fine. Okay, see ya!