Okay, if you are named Joe, this post is not about you.
Well....not unless you are liquid, spill into a mug and the smell of you makes tired eyes open wide, depressed souls lift up, and a stalled artist begin to think clearly again!
I've been a joe drinker since the tender of age of 16, but it wasn't until I became an adult that I appreciated the nuances of joe this and joe that.
As in, there is Joe Delightful, Regular Joe, Unleaded Joe, and Joe Swill.
Or, as Jordan's Dad always referred to me....as Joe Mama....
yeah, that's another subject.
Joe is not truly Joe unless it is swigged from a thick, substantial mug. No joe for me in a prissy tea cup. Notice, in this context, joe lost his capital J. Prissy teacup, bah! Only if there is nothing else!
That also goes for the Perennial 7-11 STYROFOAM MUG. UGH! JOE SWILL!
Here are some Joe mugs I have known:
Here is a mugga joe at Bob Evans. I like the turkey omelette and banana nut bread. The mug is thick and substantial. The joe is...well. Regular.
And then we have:
This is a mugga joe from B'sue's kitchen in a vintage White Castle mug. Thick, funky, old advertising, fun....I collect the old mugs when I can get them reasonably. I also accept cast off donations, if they are pre-60's. LOL
My complaint about this cuppa is not the coffee. You probably didn't know it, but you can get one of the best cups of joe you ever drank right here in MY KITCHEN. My complaint, is this mug is WAAAAAY too small. WAAAAAY.
Okay, more on the Joe Tour:
This is a mug of joe made for me by Mr. Opie O'Brien, in HIS kitchen, last summer when I was visiting. Opie keeps the coffee brewing all day! Linda and Opie are Burnt Offerings Studio and some of my fave people. Oh sigh, they are moving to the Berkshires. What a dream for them!
More mugs of joe....never too many:
Yes, I know, I said no styrofoam. It's *paper*. And it's Starbucks. I need say NO MORE.
This mugga comes with earrings:
Big mug. Big earrings. I win!!
And then of course, a special treat is to have your joe in my Ghoulardi mug. It is reserved for the most elite guests, only.
Okay, yeah, I know. Ya had to be there, in Cleveland, in the 1960's.
Peace, baby. Just gimme the joe and it will all be fine!
Now, then, I know not everyone partakes of joe. For some it has to be off limits because of ticker trouble, etc; others just don't like it, others are even opposed to the drinking of joe.
Well, we can't all be joe lovers!
Today I posted one of my Joe Mug photos at FB and asked my pals how many cups it took to get them out the door in the morning.
Many said 2-4, up to a whole pot!
Still some said, no joe for me! Well, okay, I respect that.
More in MY cup, then! muhahahahaha
I'll end the Mugga Joe Tour with this sentiment:
May your day begin with Joe Delightful and your day end with his memory....anticipating a new joy-filled day, beginning with...
More joe. And, if you have time for it, a mugga joe and a visit to B'sue Boutiques