
I will admit, most days out here in the country I drink Folgers, bought in bulk or on sale and with a coupon. $7 for 4 lbs of coffee gets me by on weekdays when it's just me the wee ones for what can sometimes be a mind numbing 14 hours of diaper changes, dirty hands and squashed peas underfoot.
On weekends, though, we try to be civilized. Mr. 9flights and I are trying to teach the wees that they should entertain themselves until Momma and Daddy are done with their Breakfast, which includes coffee and a turn through the papers. In hopes that they catch on soon, we've ordered up the NY Times Weekender and several pounds of our favorite coffee from Gorilla Coffee in Brooklyn.
When the package arrives from Gorilla (and it arrives quickly!) the aroma upon opening the box sends me back to a time when I used to walk down to 5th Ave with my laptop and sit for hours crammed at the end of a laminated table top with dozens of other freelancers and their laptops. I'd sip my coffee and attempt to work beneath vintage school maps of the world with the alarm of the big red roaster that used to sit in the back of the store. Due to their success soon after opening, they moved that roaster off site and made way for more laminated tables. You'll still be lucky to get a spot. Before we moved they began selling the coffee at local Park Slope eateries and the patisserie on Vanderbilt near our apartment. But we'd still prefer to walk down to 5th Ave and stand in the line that sometimes snakes around the corner on weekend mornings.
Today's package came with a bonus. I ordered 3 pounds and they arrived in the Gorilla gift box. What a great logo they have. I'm hanging that box on my kitchen wall. Plus it was wrapped in a coffee sack and some little green beans came tumbling out when I unrolled the whole thing.
Now, what to do with this coffee sack? A project, just waiting to happen!
Go away now and order yourself a gift box of Gorilla!