Making your coffee work

Unless you are more absent-minded than I am, or you have been on planet earth for less than 10 years, you have a good idea of how to make divisional calculations, and accurately guess
'How Long Will My Coffee Last?'
If you fall in the other side of the population, here's a no-brainer app to tell you how many cups of coffee your pantry holds howlongwillmycoffeelast.com

You can use this calculator to work out how long your coffee supply will last, or to calculate how much coffee you need to buy.
Adjust the sliders to reflect your situation and preferences, then see how many days your supply will last - calculated in front of your very eyes. 

OMG! I'd have never guessed what the name of your site stands for. Thanks for that blurb of explanation.

Hungover

This week began with a whirring drone in my head. Drenching in the bright sunshine, nor heart-thumping music seemed to inject energy in my buckling knees. All signs of an ageing body (wink!) after an adrenaline-pumped week-long vacation. I didn't need much caffeine, since each day was invigorating by itself.
Commencing the journey with a red-eye flight from Seattle, I wanted to try Seattle's Best Coffee. What I received was a dose of extra-hot, extra burnt black liquid; oodles of milk and sugar couldn't mask the bitterness. After consuming 1/10th of the acrid liquid, I dumped it.

Fast forward, next morning at Dulles Airport, rushing to catch a connecting flight, I stopped at Maui Wowi. A colorful Hawaiian shack, I'd paused here because there was just one other person in queue.
Having never tried a Hawaiian concoction, I decided to try the most tongue-twisted concoction, which I kept repeating to myself, before I reached the counter.
"I'd like a Coco Loco Mocha," I said triumphantly aloud, before a smile crept onto my face. Just the sound of it transports me to a beach-bench.
The coffee was superbly prepared - coconut liqueur, coffee, cream and loads of chocolate sauce and sugar - my diet caution was thrown to the wind.
Most friends we visited are zealous tea connoisseurs. Sipping on cups of warmth, conversations were endless, and laughter rolled easily. Of them, one is particularly keen about her tea, especially right amount of ginger. Since she reads this blog, she made sure I had my morning cuppa of coffee, smooth and flavorful (thanks Urvi!)
Back at my work desk, the coffee is back to its measured customs, but without company to share, it just doesn't taste the same.

A Pilgrim's Journey

I always like to save the best for last, logic being that the flavor remains titillating the senses for much longer. The sampler pack of Gourmet Coffee was down to the last sachet of Moose Munch, by far my most favorite of coffee flavors.

When I opened the 4-cup sachet, the aroma of the ground coffee reminded me why I love Harry & David's signature coffee Moose Munch. Determined to get a refill on the scarce supply of yummy-in-a-cup, I found 3 locations, and insisted on going to the furthest location.
I flew across the United States (about 6 hours) to get my first bag of Moose Munch, which filled my cabin bag, and delighted the TSA security ruffling through it. And the sampler pack I mentioned above needed a 2-hour drive from Erie, PA to Grove City, the only passable shopping center in those chilly recesses. Reasoning is that 'happiness is a sense of fulfillment which comes from hardwork'. If Harry and David is achievable in 15-minutes, I'd surely enjoy the coffee less than my presently perceived measure, which is Cloud No. 9.

And I was glad I went all the way to Lincoln City. Besides ample of Moose Munch flavor coffee, and a trunkful of shopping, I attained an EyCatcher, a colossal Wind Spinner for the porch.