3 cup minimum
3 cup minimum

The best part of waking up is…well, actually it’s coffee. I’ve often said that the cruel irony of this caffeine-filled, morning nectar of the gods is that you NEED coffee to MAKE coffee. Have you ever had one of those mornings where you forget to put the coffee in the filter, and brew hot water instead? Or worse, the coffee makes it into the machine, but the water doesn’t? Yeah, you actually needed to have already consumed said coffee to make it properly. Well, I found out what happens when you remember all of the steps to MAKE coffee, but then forget to drink it.

On one particularly groggy recent Saturday morning, I wandered downstairs to find the husband tucked into the couch, sufficiently “dachshund-adjacent” (our phrase for being draped with 2 adorable, attention-seeking dogs). I stumbled into the kitchen, and like any other morning, proceeded to make coffee. All of the steps were covered: Filter into machine basket—check. Coffee into filter—check. Water into carafe—check. Carafe properly replaced under filter basket—check. Hit “brew” button—check. It seemed that my journey toward scoring my morning hit of Joe was on track.

Blanketed by Dachshunds

And what goes with morning coffee in Texas better than breakfast tacos? Um, nothing. So I told the husband that I was going to make breakfast tacos for the both of us. I’m such a considerate wife, aren’t I? Making coffee, whipping up a tasty breakfast—I mean, he’s a lucky guy, don’t you think? Not so fast, my friend.

I got out the sausage, and browned it up in the frying pan, making sure to even drain it a bit (that makes it healthy, right?). I warmed the tortillas, got out the cheese and salsa, and BAM! Breakfast was served. I made myself one first (after all, I was the one who made it, so ladies first), and proceeded to sit down to enjoy my breakfast. About 3 bites into my meal, my husband peeked out of the kitchen and said “Um, honey? How is your breakfast taco?” I looked at him and said, “Well, it’s OK I guess.” I was confused because he seemed confused. After another beat, I looked down at my plate to realize that I was not eating a fully-constructed breakfast taco, but a tortilla with sausage—that’s it. Not really a breakfast taco because I had forgotten the eggs completely. Whoops.

Cup, Cup, Goose
Cup, Cup, Goose

Now for you breakfast taco virgins out there, first, I’m sorry. Breakfast tacos are a staple down here, and are something that you can easily find yourself addicted to when living in Texas. It’s inevitable. They are a cheap, easy, and tasty answer to morning stomach rumblings. They generally consist of eggs scrambled with anything from egg and sausage, to egg and potatoes, to egg and chorizo, to egg and bacon, to egg and beans. Of course, if you have already had YOUR coffee upon reading this, you have noticed that the common ingredient is eggs. Now back to our regularly scheduled program…

So back to the kitchen I went and added the requisite eggs to the sausage, and breakfast was saved. It was at this point in the story that I need to point out my second realization:  I also had not yet poured myself a cup of coffee. That was it! That was how I’d forgotten the key ingredient to my delicious breakfast taco! I blamed the coffee. The lack of that caffeine-filled mug had caused the error, clearly. Imagine if I’d been trying to something more serious! Driving a car, a truck, a forklift, a plane (OK, I don’t know why I’d be driving a couple of those vehicles, but you get the idea)?? Someone could have really been hurt! You know I’m right.  I selected a cup (a large one, of course), and the morning crisis was averted.

Pick a cup, any cup
Pick a cup, any cup

So consider this your friendly neighborhood public service announcement: Coffee is our friend. Coffee loves us. Coffee wants us to be happy. And Coffee wants us to be careful when operating heavy machinery, or making breakfast tacos.

Coffee Love
Coffee Love

 

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