And now for something a little different

Hehehe. Had a very unique experience. It highlighted how my daily obsession with really tasting the coffee has sharpened my senses and altered my outlook.

The other morning I bought some delicious rosemary-sourdough bread at a local market. It was so good I overdid it: ate half the loaf for breakfast.

An hour later I took the dog for a long walk in a deserted park near my home. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt nauseous,and then really nauseous. I realized that I wanted to puke, and I also realized that the park was a perfect place to do it. So, only a minute after first becoming aware of the nausea, I bent over and puked, twice, on the frozen ground.

OK, now why am I sharing this charming little story with you, dear reader?

As I puked, for the first time in my life, I marveled at how full of flavor it was! The aroma of fresh rosemary enveloped me as I retched, and it really was the best, most sensual puke ever. I even had a moment to note the character of the acidity of my stomach acid as it vented onto the ground (nippy, piquant, but not harsh).

I owe this surprising experience to my morning coffee ritual. Never would have happened otherwise. If ya gotta retch, I highly recommend rosemary!

Who knew? :-)