Calamitous Times Call for Coffee

 

I don’t remember when I became a coffee drinker.
I was not one of those people that started at 12 or anything; it was probably in my mid 20’s.
I remember my first coffee maker, it was one of those old 70’s Melita ceramic jobs, where you pour water into a ceramic basket of grounds and it drips down. Not fancy, but it did the job and when I look across my desk into the kitchen a make shift version of the above is still “doing the job” today.
I can talk about growth during Yoga class, but for me apparently some things remain almost exactly the same.

I like coffee, the smell, the taste and most specifically the “act” of coffee, wither it is making it or going somewhere to consume it. I’ve never analyzed it much; I just enjoy it from a very base perspective. If I was to look at it deeper, it probably makes me feel like an adult. I have memories of my dad setting the timer on his newfangled electric coffee pot, so it would be ready for him when he got up in the predawn hours to go to work. Some days the smell would wake me up and I would watch him pack his lunch in his old lunch box, fill a thermos with Joe, pull on those grey wool socks and lace up his work boots to head out the door, into a day where the moon was often still in the sky.
I think coffee makes me feel comforted.

I have cut back considerably on my coffee consumption in this incarnation of my life. I have a cup every morning and perhaps one other before Noon, but only once a week. Coffee feels like a guilty pleasure, something special, something that is mine and I don’t really want to change that relationship. Caffeine aside, I think that feeling this way about something could actually be good for me.
Coffee makes me happy.
Who doesn’t want to be happy?
In fact, I would encourage everyone to do one simple thing each day that makes you happy.

In November I begin practicing with a Yogi trying to “get back” to herself. We have set aside three months to practice together. Recently the everyday demands of my life, my job and business have been pulling me away from myself. I am going to take the opportunity to join her on my own voyage back to me.

Coffee is definitely “me” and I don’t want to change that comfort but I am going to try to change the relationship a bit. There has been lots of talk about Bullet Proof Coffee over the past few years and although I have tried it (yes, I have put butter in my coffee). I just never “got it”.
With some trial and error and a bit of online research I have cobbled together a Vegan alternative that works for me.

For the next three months this will be my start to what often becomes my calamitous day

• 1 ¾ cup brewed coffee
• 1 teaspoon (2 grams) ground turmeric powder
• 1 teaspoon (2 grams) ground cinnamon
• ¼ teaspoon (0.5 grams) chili powder
• 2 tablespoons (30 ml) unsweetened full-fat coconut milk
• 1 tablespoon (15 ml) coconut oil
• 1-2 drops alcohol-free stevia
Add all ingredients to the jug of your high-powered blender. Blend on high for 1 minute. Transfer to a cup and enjoy.

 xoxo  Minh – sherriSherri (Minh) Lowe is a 200 E-RYT teacher and co-founder of Yogatique Bangkok. She is a fifty-two year old Canadian transplant living in Bangkok. When she is not rolling around on her yoga mat, she enjoys cycling, trying new vegan recipes, a cold beer, talking to random dogs, lingering in coffee shops and exploring Bangkok. When not pursing these activities, she is writing about them

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