Dark Roasts, Light Roasts and Life’s Roasts - Daily Hudson Valley News

Dark Roasts, Light Roasts and Life’s Roasts

Feb 5th, 2015 | By | Category: Lifestyle

Coffee is, quite literally and pathetically, the reason I get out of bed in the morning. I kid you not. The last time I was in Florida, I could not pull myself out of bed at 8 a.m. on the first day of vacation, despite having sunshine and the beach outside my window. Then I remembered that I had red velvet creamer in the fridge and I was on my feet in 30 seconds. There’s an Instagram post to prove it.

At home, when it’s even harder to face the day, I lay in bed and mentally choose which blend I’m going to put in my Keurig, which mug I’ll use, if I’ll drink it black today… T.S Eliot said, “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Yes. I get it.

Aside from one 4 a.m. wake up call to get on a hot air balloon in Sedona, there has not been a single morning in the past 14 years when coffee hasn’t been the first (and sometimes only) priority. While my memory of that chilly morning in Arizona is foggy, it’s completely possible that I brewed myself a quick joe before leaving on my adventure. Even now as I write this, I’m sipping a coconut coffee, light with cream. I just ate a roast beef, onion, and Ranch wrap. My meal is completely mismatched. I don’t even care.

Did you know that coffee served in a white mug tastes extra bitter? Science says so. The contrast between the light mug and the dark coffee tricks your brain into thinking it’s a bold brew. When it’s served in a clear mug, your brain tells you it’s sweeter. That’s probably why on work days, my professional self reaches for my white marble mug, but on the weekend, when it’s time to play with pumpkin beans and cookie-flavored creams, I automatically grab my clear glass mug. My I’ve-Worked-Now-Let’s-Play mug.

I’ve had four concussions, so needless to say, my memory isn’t the clearest. I’m told I’ve been to California twice, but one entire trip has been completely blotted from my memory. I do remember, though, how each of my friends takes their coffee. I remember this sentence, uttered by my friend Ashley, the only person I know who’d probably jump at the chance to join me on my road trip to sip at the country’s best artisanal coffee shops: “I don’t like dark coffee. I like regular coffee brewed strong.” That’s the moment I knew our friendship would last forever. And when I learned to never invite her to try Dunkin Donuts’ new dark roast ever again.

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Lindsay Pietroluongo is a full-time freelance writer in the Hudson Valley. Her work has appeared in the Poughkeepsie Journal and Chronogram magazine. Lindsay also writes business content and marketing materials for professionals through her boutique writing company Poison Apple Ink and runs a lifestyle blog And the Pursuit. Visit Lindsay on the Rocks to learn more. Lindsay can be seen on Hudson Valley Insider each Thursday under the Lifestyle section.

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