I'm open to new experiences.  New processes.  New ideas.  New things.

There are just certain things that I'm comfortable with.  Certain things I know I like.  

Like JIF peanut butter.  I never buy generic. Ever. (Except for Ellie.)

And coffee.  I tried Folgers.  And I tried Seattles Best.  And no offense to them, but I just prefer Starbucks.  And I always get the house blend.  Because even though breakfast blend is good, it's a bit too mild.  But still good.  In a pinch, I'd buy that as an alternative.

But I prefer the house blend.  It's a medium roast.  It's yummy.  And full.  And bright.  And smooth.  I guess.  All I really know is… I like it.  And I didn't look any further.

So imagine my dismay when I dashed into the store to grab a big bag of house blend only to find an empty shelf.  Really?  Really.  

And to make it worse?  There wasn't any breakfast blend either.  Humph.

So now I have to make a choice,  Go somewhere else or, gasp!, try something… else?  So I poked around, moved the bags, made sure I saw all my choices.  And I grabbed the columbian.  Because it's a medium roast, balanced, and… nutty?  Ok.

And y'know what?  It's not bad.  In fact, I liked it.

ps – I love the hipstamatic app for my iphone.  LOVE.