I’ve been off caffeine for 11 days now, and off sugar for 8. I’ve heard it’s as hard to quit caffeine as it is to quit heroin. Or is it as hard to quit sugar as it is heroin? Well, I have no experience with heroin, but I didn’t suffer any major physical agony while quitting caffeine and sugar. I had a headache. I was tired.

However, I would like to see the research that shows how many addicts return to sugar and caffeine versus how many return to heroin. ‘Cause I tell you, I’m not out of the woods yet. I’m jonesing real bad for coffee and a couple of slices of “Herb’s Heart Attack Coffee Cake”. We call it that because Herb brought it over after my Step-Mom’s funeral. We prised the recipe out of him and it contained a pound of butter. Damn, it was delicious.

Since I’m quitting caffeine, I cleaned out my coffee cupboard. It had tea, too, but I rarely drank that, and only a few kinds are caffeine-free.

The Tea Cabinet.

The Tea Cabinet.

That’s the “after” shot. I didn’t take a “before”, but if you look at the counter you’ll see some of what I took out. What am I going to do with all that crap?

Coffee mess.

Coffee mess.

The bags and tin of coffee can go in the freezer, in case I invite anyone over ever again. Damn. Except for the Peace coffee, it’s already old. Into the trash it goes. I put the cookie jar above the cabinet. It will be empty for a while, possibly forever, but I love it. I cleaned up the rest of the counter, too, and tried to make it pretty. The clean-up netted me just a little garbage and recycling, so my bag count is still 170.

Clean counter.

Clean counter.

So, that’s loose herbs in the jars (I thought I’d blend herbal teas for Christmas…last Christmas….or the Christmas before?). There’s a three-tier tray made by my niece for her wedding. I put onions and a tomato in a basket next to the garlic jar. And the knife block is one Dad handmade for me years ago. My Step-Mom said he went into a cutlery store and took measurements and made sketches of their knife block, right on the spot. Embarrassing for my Step-Mom, but the over-the-top effort Dad put into it makes me cherish it even more.

And isn’t this the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? It’s a saucer, cup and little teapot, all stacked together. I bought it in Ireland a few years ago. I’ll actually start using it now.

Irish teapot, wtih wee lambies.

Irish teapot, with wee lambies.

Stay tuned…

p.s. I posted this on Cozy Little House.

p.p.s. I posted this on Chic on a Shoestring.