… Is some Senseo coffee!
It’s my own damn fault, importing a coffee maker from the States, knowing full well that I’d be at the mercy of both the mail and Canada Customs for the fuel to put in it. In the month and a half since I brought my Senseo home from Buffalo I’ve plowed through almost 400 pods, and now I’ve run out.
I’m trying to make due with Home Café pods by Folgers; you can get them at The Bay or Zellers, but they’re absolutely wretched, tasting like the coffee you’d get in the janitor’s office at a bus terminal.
I’ve got my brother is on a mission of mercy, airlifting some Senseo with him in from New York; we’ll see how long that lasts.
I guess this is how a heroin addict must feel. 😯