Coffee Snobs — or Caffeine Addicts?
I first started noticing it two years ago: my in-laws would set out their preferred brand of dried coffee when they stayed with us (we took a hint, and now have it waiting for them).
Then, over Thanksgiving, my sister and brother-in-law made a grocery run and brought back a packet of their preferred ground coffee.
My variation of the foregoing when I’m a house guest is casing the local neighborhood for the nearest caffeine fix.
B.Y.O.B. (as in “Bring-Your-Own-Beans”)
Not sure if that means my family and relatives are all coffee snobs — or just caffeine addicts.
In my in-laws’ case, probably the latter: 3 feet away from the (crappy) instant coffee they prefer so much are my fancy, $12 a pound French Roast beans.