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Sunday, January 25

Not great, not bad, just... coffee. But, oh! the packaging!

Six to eight weeks ago, I stumbled upon the world of online free samples and sent my future self some tasty treats. The first free sample arrived last night: Dunkin' Donuts original blend coffee - medium roast. I brewed it up this morning, and I'm here to tell you that it's not bad, but I don't get what everyone raves about. When I opened up the packet I thought I smelled a little cinnamon - Mexican, not cassia - but the aroma didn't transfer to my cup o' joe. If the free sample box had come with a doughnut hole for me to set afloat in my coffee cup - like those hot chocolate packets that come with mini-marshmallows - that might have changed things. Does this coffee get attention because people are used to consuming it in between bites of frosted treats? A kind of publicly traded comfort food?

Anyway, I don't anticipate publishing many free-sample reviews in the future; but frankly, I love the colors of the accompanying picture and thought they might look nice against my blue background - I'm still having fun with all the formatting decisions I have to make. And posting this review gets me to post #3, which will be a charm! Tomorrow, I'm calling a re-match on a chili recipe that I tried last week, but essentially ruined (along with my husband's and my respective digestive tracts) by using an obscene amount of "El Pato" hot sauce to compensate for the fact that I had run out of chili powder.

3 comments:

  1. A similar spicing error was made by my chile preparer. And I loved the result! Sure, it was hot. 'Spose to be hot.

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  2. I'm glad you're braver than me! I do love me some spice - these days, I'm the one who asks for as many stars as they'll give me when I get takeout at the Thai place up the street. For whatever reason, though, last week's chili crossed the line to... dangerous. As in, not-good-for-me, short-term-damage-to-my-esophagal-lining dangerous. As in, OW. But it sounds like the El Pato sauce, or maybe some Sriracha, might be right up your alley!

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  3. Oh, right. You're my father, Anonymous. How did I not recognize the diction??

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