<p>...Whip up a Mexican Mocha!</p>

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<p>My only addiction in life is espresso.  Illy espresso, to be exact.  For those of you of who have no idea of what I speak, Illy is an Italian espresso which is heaven in a cup. </p>

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<p>Each morning, I freshly grind my Illy espresso beans and create my own double shot Almond Milk Latte with a hint of agave syrup.  Think health nut's version of Starbucks.  I have won over a few fans, including Christy Jo and Cooleenie, whom you have kinda sorta met through this blog. </p>

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<p>A couple of days ago, I ran out of my Illy beans.  Horrors!  This isn't usually a problem, because I am a Virgo, and true to my sign, when I run low on something, I replace it before I run out.  My pantry is always stocked with at least one, most often two cans of Illy. </p>

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<p>Uh-oh. </p>

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<p>Another detail of this neurosis/addiction is that I drive to Seattle Espresso to buy my Illy beans because they are $4 cheaper than Whole Paycheck. </p>

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<p>Duh.</p>

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<p>But...I didn't have time to drive out of my way to Seattle Espresso, and since I was at Whole Paycheck, I thought I would eat the $4 this one time and call it a day. </p>

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<p>Until I discovered that Whole Paycheck was no longer carrying my particular beans.  Horrors x 2!!</p>

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<p>I told myself that this whole attachment to Illy was probably part of my recent "rut".  I needed to break out!  Try something new!  Shake up my morning routine! </p>

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<p>So I scooped some free trade, organic espresso beans into a bag and went on my merry way. </p>

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<p>The next morning, I opened the bag of the new beans and took a whiff.  A fresh can of Illy smells divine, but these beans...not so much.  Omen #1.</p>

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<p>Upon grinding the beans, I noticed that the grounds were really, really dark.  Omen #2. </p>

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<p>I kept an open mind.  The Whole Paycheck sign at the espresso bin promised me hints of chocolate and cardamom.  Who wouldn't like that??  This espresso was the fine wine of espressos! </p>

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<p>I brewed the espresso and mixed my famous Almond Milk Latte.  The anticipation was killing me.  I took my first sip and...</p>

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<p>Bleck. </p>

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<p>As God is my witness, I will never drink bad coffee again!</p>