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Why My Tassimo Addiction Worries Me

Are you familiar with the saying "be careful what you wish for"? Believe me, I have recently discovered just how true that can be. I wished for, and got, a Tassimo for Christmas. And, I have found out just how addicting single serving hot beverages can be.

If you aren't familiar with the Tassimo, let me praise its worth. From tea to coffee, the Tassimo allows you to brew a hot beverage in a very short period of time. You can even make hot chocolate. All it takes is a T-disc which is filled with the dried materials to brew the beverage of your choice. You pop it in the machine and, with the press of a button, it whirs into life and, only a moment later it seems, you are in hot beverage heaven.

"Oh," I said to my loving husband, "I just want one. Friends of ours have one and I like the drinks it makes. Not that I think I'll use it a lot. I like plain tea. But it's Christmas and this is the time for frivolous things you can't justify the rest of the year."

Famous last words. I don't think I'll use it a lot. And lo and behold on Christmas morning, Santa brought me a Tassimo. I was very good this year I suppose, so Mrs. Claus, Rudolph and the Elves got in on the deal and brought me a supply of tea, hot chocolate and latte milk discs which would (or so I thought) last me a month. Well, a couple of weeks at least.

Well. The date on the calendar says January 10th. I have been through three Capuccino/Latte packages, three hot chocolate packages, green tea, Earl Grey tea.... and the list goes on. I swam up from three days of drinking hot chocolattes the other day and wondered what happened. Maybe its just the magic of steamed milk froth and Swiss chocolate or a constant sugar high. The why is regardless, the result is that I have already been to the store several times to stock up on discs.

I imagine that shortly (three Earl Grey teas, one Green tea, three espressos and a hot chocolate to be precise) I will return to my first loves. My kettle with the detachable cord and trusty (but leaky) blue tea pot. At least for a while, anyway. Because when one is a self-employed writer with a steamed milk addiction, those T-Disc packages are a luxury which I will lack far too often for my taste buds to be happy about.

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