At this very moment, on a refrigerator shelf below the carton of organic strawberries, I have 30 cans of Perrier lime mineral water.
It seems I have become the word my parents threw around with such disdain.
A yuppie. Who drinks canned mineral water from France.
Mon Dieu.
It happened innocently enough. Buy a pair of Sperrys. Maybe some vegan, cruelty-free shampoo. Delight in restaurants billed as “farm to table.” Find yourself ordering “vintage” items from Etsy. Vow to never buy another computer or phone without that alluring apple logo.
Coffee is my last line of defense. I’ve yet to attempt a pour-over. I don’t roast my own beans or own an espresso machine priced like a used car.
In my kitchen, the simple drip coffeemaker, an elixir for my guilty soul. A box of FSC certified compostable, unbleached, totally chlorine-free (TFC) filters sits nearby.
Currently my life resembles everything in this post. The pour over is coming no matter how hard I try to avoid it.
On a brighter note I haven’t touched soda since going to sparkling water. I guess it fills the bite I needed. I the soda stream is also looming in my future if this keeps up. Just for sparkling water of course.