Dearest Major Dickason,
Every morning you are there for me waiting in my favorite mug. I get up a little earlier than the rest of my house so that we can share a few quiet moments together. To me you are rich, dark, and perfect, sort of the coffee equivalent to George Clooney in my book. Comparing you to George makes what I am about to admit seem so out of character of me. I am usually so loyal, but lately you have become a morning luxury that I thought I should replace with a cheaper version. I know, here I have the Clooney of coffee and now I thought it would be an okay idea to replace the Clooney coffee with say a John Stamos coffee. NOT the same, but still good right?
I asked around for a good suggestion to replace you Major Dickason, some said Starbucks, a few mentioned Dunkin Donuts, and one mentioned Trader Joe's French roast. Trader Joe's seemed like the only one that seemed to have any possibility, so off to TJ's I went. I went back and fourth as to if I could really commit to a change in morning ritual. Was I really going to save that much money? What else could I give up so that my Clooney coffee could still be a daily ritual? I have given up magazines, soda, and new clothes. How much more can I take? I bit the bullet and made my purchase. $5.99 for 13 ounces. A bargin compared to your price tag lately Major.
So, when I began to brew my first pot of the TJ's blend I knew I was going down the wrong road. The coffee was not the beautiful rich deep dark color I had grown accustomed to seeing first thing in the morning. My second clue was that the coffee aroma that usually awakens my senses was not occurring. Lastly, the light color in the coffee pot was disturbing. This clearly was not a Clooney. As I poured my first cup of this Stamos brew I knew I was driving right up the road to buy another pound of my one, my only Major.
Major, I learned my lesson. Don't mess with the Clooney.
I wonder if Trader Joe's has good shampoo?
WIth all my love of good coffee,