Coffee+Butter=Bulletproof?

January 10, 2015 — #weekendcoffeeshare, coffee, patience, self care, wellness

Bulletproof

This week I decided to try this fad about which I have heard so much..butter in black coffee.  The admirers think this produces a perfect high.  Some people have told me about using coconut oil in black coffee, but I decided to go with dairy butter for my taste test.  I began with a very small dab of butter, slightly afraid of what it might do.  It was hardly perceivable, so I used about a tablespoon total in a cup.  I was hankering after the taste that was described in the literature by the proponents.  The taste of dark rye toast with butter, dipped in coffee was, more or less, the flavor of the drink. It felt greasy, but I think cream in coffee too slick and thick, so that was similar.  It was rich, but not in a way I appreciated.  For me, this was something I could do without for the rest of my life.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained.  When both butter and coconut oil are added this drink is called bulletproof coffee.  People are going wild for it.

The morning at my desk produced two different reasons to call my banks..somehow both of them had issues on line the same day.  Both issues with both banks took much longer to resolve on the phone than I had expected.  My cranky attitude swelled as I listened to too much phone hold music for dummies.  I noticed that I was full of angst at these trivial problems.  I wondered if this high level of anxiety had something to do with that wonder coffee.  My gut feeling was distinctly unpleasant waiting for the bankers to take care of my accounts.  I was in no real danger, but had a high level freak out in mind and body.

I recently declared patience to be one of my three words for 2015.  The assault to test my patience began as soon as I made the statement.  Events aligned to make me wait for everything, not just this banking.   The high performance bulletproof life is a conflict of interest with my patient, persistent, poetic self.  I have returned to sipping small cups of coffee and milk that I keep nearby in a thermos all morning.  I like the light, steady dose of tasty hot richness for hours.  I do not aspire to be bulletproof in any way.  I leave that to those who want to take off like rockets and feel invincible in the morning. Invincibility is just not poetic.