Saving Lives With Milk

My body has problems processing casein. And it sucks.

Casein, for those who don’t know, is a milk protein. It doesn’t break down like lactose. It’s not a thing you can just take a tablet for, or cook out of something. It’s the part of milk that makes things gel or solidify. It’s the basic component in cheese.

I miss cheese.

I miss cheese.

It’s also a thing that can be made synthetically (sodium caseinate). This doesn’t make it safe for me. But it DOES mean that it can be put in non-dairy foods, since it’s not made from animal product, and be classified as non-dairy. A lot of non-dairy creamer has sodium caseinate in it, making the dairy-free product behave like a dairy product.

Basically, there’s now dairy in my non-dairy.

The most frustrating part is when I go to a drive-thru and order my burger without cheese, and it invariably comes with cheese. I almost got into a shouting match with the manager of a McDonald’s who tried to brush off my complaint as “being picky.” You spend several hours in pain on the shitter because some oblivious asshole didn’t pay attention to what they were doing, and tell me I’m “being picky.”

It feels like someone is simultaneously stabbing you in the gut and giving you an enema. Disgusting? Yes. Welcome to my life. I’d like to take this moment to remind you all that I also do seductive belly dance and nude modeling.

Who's sexy now?

Who’s sexy now?

Being sexy as shit isn’t my only skill. Many years ago, I was a barista in a coffee shop in the lobby/cafeteria area of a hospital. It sounds depressing, but it was attached to a birthing center, so most of my customers were old people celebrating the birth of their first grandchild with lattes. It was pretty fantastic.

One day, a nurse regular of mine came up to my shop and started talking about how frustrated she was that a patient of hers wasn’t eating. They had her hooked up to feeding tubes, but she was losing weight and nothing could get her to eat. The nurse felt that if they could just get her to put something in her stomach, that her appetite would pick up and she’d start eating again. This patient was apparently a fan of coffee. I reminded her that even decaf coffee had a little caffeine in it, and she said that was fine, she wanted me to make something as heavy as I could that the patient wouldn’t be able to refuse.

No pressure.

I made a decaf raspberry/almond/vanilla mocha breve with whipped cream. A breve is a latte made with half and half instead of milk. I made this one half heavy whipping cream and half half-and-half (so I guess I made it with 3/4ths?) 45 minutes later, the nurse was back for another. The patient loved it and wanted more. The nurse told me I had just helped in saving this girls life.

I named the drink “The Life Saver.” Cause, you know, no big deal.

I like to brag about how I saved a girls life with coffee, but I’m pretty sure even if I hadn’t created “The Life Saver,” the medical team would have come up with something else. I’m not being modest here… I’m no hero.

Unlike Jiang Xiaojuan, who, May of ’08 when the earthquakes hit China, saved 9 baby’s lives with her own breastmilk. This police officer helping with rescue efforts, and when babies showed up with no mothers or mothers who had dried up from lack of nutrition, took off her top and started sharing her bounty.

Which is pretty impressive. But can she make a latte out of it?

I’ve Got a Case of the Goddamned Mondays

I know- I’m a homemaker. Mondays shouldn’t affect me anymore. When I took the gig, I was looking forward to not having to roll out of bed at 7 in the morning so I could get to work at 9, drink a bunch of tar that passes for something coffee like, and then walk people through creating desktop shortcuts. A typical conversation would have me saying “No, I want you to right click on the desktop. No, not the computer icon. Yes, that’s right. Right click on the picture of your cat.”

Look, if you could figure out how to change the wallpaper on your desktop to a picture of your cat, you should know what your desktop is. Hell, you probably right-clicked your desktop and went to properties to change your wallpaper in the first place.

LOLcats on a Monday morning. See, it’s funny ’cause cats don’t have jobs or drink coffee, but people do.

The point is, I left all that to spend days home, working on projects, helping my son school on-line, and keeping my home clean and cooking meals for my man. LIKE ANY GOOD WOMAN SHOULD.

But what really happens is that I get out of bed at 8, make breakfast for Jared and get him ready for school which he starts at 9, figure out the schooling for the day, and then I stare blankly at my computer screen trying to figure out what blog post I’m making for the day.

Ahem.

And still, Mondays are the worst. I spent all day yesterday curled up with my husband watching Parks and Rec, and now you’re telling me I have to deal with Monday again? Seriously, fuck Mondays.

And by Mondays, I do not mean black people.

Yeah, I know everyone else learned this a few months ago, but I’m just now catching up. If you have been living under a rock with me, this is for you. Monday = African American ethnic slur. For more on this, we turn to on the scene ace reporter Russell Peters:
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To be fair, if you’re going to be insulting, calling someone a Monday is possibly the worst day of the week you could throw at them. I mean, I really can’t think of a better day of the week to throw at someone.

There. the post is done. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to drinking coffee and looking at cute pictures of cats. Just not black ones.

What? It’s because they’re bad luck.

Racist.

The Last Drug

I was 15 years old the first time I had coffee.

I was working on a project for my 10th grade Social Studies class that was due the next day. It was a group project and worth a lot of points but I was a procrastinator so there I was at 11PM drawing maps on cardboard or whatever the fuck the project was about. Seeing me nodding off at the kitchen table, my dad suggested I get some sleep and finish the project early in the morning. I set my alarm for 5AM.

I woke up to finish the project but was in no condition to work. My dad was already up and reading the newspaper, cup of coffee in hand. Caffeine is a stimulant. I’ve seen all the sitcoms and comic strips about adults that are haggard, unkempt and mumbly until they’ve had their first cup of coffee. I thought that maybe this is just how things work now. Not getting enough sleep and using coffee to perk you up in the morning was part of being an adult. I silently congratulated myself on recognizing this right of passage and poured myself a cup of coffee. It tasted bitter and gross but I choked down three cups.

It worked. I perked right up and finished my project with a half an hour left over before I had to go to school. Unfortunately the project didn’t get turned in until the next day because I spent the next four hours violently shitting everything my body could manage to shit.

I remember hearing my dad from the other side of the bathroom door saying something along the lines of “I, uh, guess I should have told you that coffee can mess with your insides if you’re not used to it.” in a tone that suggested equal amounts concern and amusement. I also vaguely remember shouting something back to him, either “YEAH YOU SHOULD HAVE” or “THIS IS WHAT BEING AN ADULT IS LIKE?” or “THE POOPIES FEEL LIKE POOP KNIVES” but I really can’t recall.

I didn’t touch coffee for years after that. Why would I? Plenty of other caffeinated drinks in the world that taste better and don’t make my colon spasm like it got tazed. Fuck coffee. I was done.

Here we are 14 years later and I’ve just had my 4th cup of coffee for the day. How did this happen?

That beany bastard is a sneaky adversary. It starts off so innocent. Some coffee flavored ice cream gets you into the flavor. Maybe you have a friend who works at a Caribou hook you up with some free drinks. Iced mocha caramel cappuccinos are more candy than coffee. Then one morning you decide to try some of your wife’s coffee instead of going to the store for a Pepsi because it’s quicker and cheaper and goddamn does that taste good! Damn you, Juan Valdez! You’ve finally won!

Juan wins! Juan always wins...

Now I’m just another uptown hipster drinking their oversized, overpriced, foamy cup of liquid crack until they’re twitchy and unintelligible.

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People think he was on coke during the interview but that was all the “cuppa coffee” at work.