Caffeine Addict

Lately, Divine's thing is to make the coffee.  It makes her feel big, and since she was doing it anyway (which led to many, many post-cleanups), I taught her how to do it right.  This way she could feel big, and having us 'ask' her to do it was better than getting spontaneous pots of coffee in the middle of the day.  You ever get the shakes because you've just had way too much caffeine in your system?  My eyeballs shoot in all kinds of weird directions. It's a scary thing to behold.

Anyway, this week my husband has been back to work.  This means he gets up obnoxiously early, like around 4 in the morning.  So when Divine was moping around looking for something to do, I asked her if she wanted to make a pot of decaf.  I explicitly told her it was in the green container.  She got all excited and skipped into the kitchen.

You think you know where this is going, don't you?  Oh no, it couldn't be that simple.  It's far worse than that.

Kristin from Dragondreamer's Lair sent me a link a few weeks ago for Kahlua-Espresso Chocolate Chip Cookies.  You seriously need to check out this link...don't they look scrumptious?  I combed two food stores for the Espresso powder needed to make them.  I found a small jar tucked away on some unrelated shelf at the grocery store (NOT in the coffee section, where one would think it would be).  I bought a small jar and put it on the very top shelf of the cabinet.  Like one shelf higher than my regular cans of coffee are, as in, children would require a tall chair or ladder to reach it.

So I went in to pour my husband and I a cup of Divine's coffee.  She was sitting at the table, beaming with pride as she announced that she used the special coffee called espresso.  An 'oh shit' look poured over me as I peeked under the coffee maker lid in horror to see that it was indeed empty.  (Espresso powder is instant granules).  Judging by the jar, she used about 1/3 cup. 

Oh yeah, we're wired.

And while I could have dumped the whole thing out and remade a pot of decaf, Divine would have been crushed.  She saw look on my face and launched into apologies.  She thought she was doing this really cool thing.  She had no clue that Espresso was a fancy term for 'you'll be up all night' in a 12 cup pot.

Divine's mission is to revamp herself this year, and criticizes herself harshly.  She was so disappointed when what she thought was so cool actually wasn't.  Really it was just a learning bump in the road, and the last thing we wanted to do was crush her enthusiasm.  

So we drank it. 

With darting eyeballs, I can say that it tasted pretty good.  Divine judged the amount perfectly.