Seafood, Coffee, and Welcome to the Blog

I hate seafood. As far as I know I'm not allergic to it - I just hate it. I don't know if it's the taste or the smell or the texture or the fact that most sea creatures look completely creeptastic when they're alive (and, let's face it, not many things improve upon their looks by dying), but seriously - don't come near me with anything that might be construed as seafood. In other words, if its primary mode of transportation is swimming, I won't eat it. If it has more than four or less than two legs, I don't even really want to look at it. That's right, I'm prejudiced against sea creatures, and I'm proud of it (also insects and arachnids, but that's a whole different post).

Sure, seafood offers a great excuse to eat butter. The thing is, I'm German (okay, there's some Irish temper and Welsh singing mixed in there too, but DON'T TALK ABOUT THE NORWEGIAN BIT!) - we don't need an excuse to eat butter. Or cream. To be honest, we don't need an excuse to eat, period. When my (half German) mom's side of the family gets together, eating is a 'round the clock activity. All I'm saying is, don't mess up my butter with shrimp or lobster, okay? Eggs and sugar are much cheaper, and seriously, custard is the greatest invention ever.

I was talking about seafood though. Why? Why am I talking about something I hate? You know what, forget that. Let's talk about coffee.

Without coffee, I find it difficult to function, and by "find it difficult to function" I mean "take two hour naps at 3 pm". I need coffee in the morning to wake me up. I need coffee in the afternoon to keep me interested in whatever I'm doing which is usually cleaning, working, or working (sometimes working as well), a.k.a. mind-numbingly dull. I need coffee when I'm writing to make me feel like a "real" writer. I need coffee whenever I eat breakfast foods because that's how I roll (whole wheat Eggo waffles with Nutella are seriously awesome, btw). Sometimes I need coffee just because I'm bored.

I know what the next pressing question on your mind is - how do I drink it? The answer is, in copious amounts and every way imaginable. Black, iced, with milk, with cream, with flavoring syrup, with whipped cream on top, in a frappuccino, in a latte, straight espresso shots, and sometimes three or four of those options in the same day. Yes, I know I have a problem. Believe it or not, I'm working on it.

Finally, welcome to the blog. Sometimes I'll actually be writing about a topic. Sometimes I'll be rambling. Sometimes I'll be ranting. Sometimes I'll be sharing something that's important to me. Sometimes I'll be pretending it hasn't been as long as it actually has since my last post. :P But all the time, I'll be me.