Back in the day when I drank coffee (two weeks ago), every time I'd buy a cup, I'd think to myself, "I really should bring one of those travel mugs from home." I'd think it before I left the house, and I'd think it standing in line at the coffee counter, but I never once brought one. The truth of the matter was, no matter how green it would be to drink coffee from a travel mug, the thought made my heart sink. I couldn't bear it. For some reason, coffee in a travel mug tasted different. I wanted either the thick edge of a mug or the curled corner of a paper cup. Without either, the coffee went all watery.
But now that I'm drinking tea, I not only bring my own bag, I bring the travel mug, happily. Maybe it's because I've never fetishized tea in the way I did coffee. I've never yearned for that very first sip off a steaming mug of tea. But coffee, is there anything so rich in the mouth, so full of flavor, so completely satisfying as that first taste of coffee? In a way, I'm glad to be done with it. All that anticipation, all that need loaded into one slurping mouthful. And now, I'm so green and thrifty what with my travel mug and take along tea! (Will anyone ever be able to say teabag again with a straight face?) And if I don't compare the two sets of benefits, I'm AOK.