Hee. I need to become snobby about Blue Mountain coffee plantations!

Does the altitude really affect the coffee beans that much? And can you call it Blue Mountain if it's under a certain altitude; is there a vague disclaimer?

I think Dan and I need to honeymoon in Jamaica so I can properly judge all of these exacting standards. Coffee, rum, beaches. It's an intellectual need.

I think the fanciest rum I ever drank was Pyrat? I dunno if it's Jamaican rum or not.

I think the fanciest rum I ever drank was Pyrat?

That rum always makes me think of rats stealing pies.

Does the altitude really affect the coffee beans that much?

I'm going to go with yes. The good Hawaiian stuff (which I haven't experimented with) has a similar pedigree--high altitude, volcanic soil.

And can you call it Blue Mountain if it's under a certain altitude; is there a vague disclaimer?

I just checked the numbers--3,000-5,500 feet is Blue Mountain Coffee; 1,500-3,000 feet is High Mountain, and below 1,5000 feet is Low Mountain. I've never had Low Mountain. No vague disclaimers there--there's a Coffee Industry Board that regulates that stuff.

Cool. I love finding out stuff like this. I would totally do a coffee tasting.

The best wine I ever had was an Amarone; I have no idea what kind but it was like chocolate and cherry and leather and OMG so good, I would dance naked for it. I had it at Lydia's when a guy friend was a little flush.

I also remember I had the chicken with goat cheese under the skin, served with a lemon-caper-green olive sauce on a bed of sauteed baby spinach. I need to recreate that again. I did it once; wasn't PRETTY, but my, it was delicious.

But my husband (still weird to say that!) doesn't like olives. Freak.

Mixed marriages can work, Erin. It'll all be ok.

I knew this before I married him. But I was young and optimistic, and discounted this important gap in our value systems.

I'm...not sure...we'll...MAKE IT! *SOB*

I threw true love over for some salty spheres of sin! and they weren't even boobies!

I threw true love over for some salty spheres of sin! and they weren't even boobies!

I may need to make this my sig, Erin. Because you rock just that much.

Passion can make us foolish, Erin. I can see desiring a man with such a flaw, but how can you ever respect him?

I can see desiring a man with such a flaw, but how can you ever respect him?

Realize that your martini will never go olive-less because he'll always give you his?

I respect a man who will give me an olive.

I also respect those that give me ice cold gin and vermouth.

Basically, I just really want a drink right now.

How DARE you question by respect for my husband! I respect him; I just cannot support his stance on this particular issue. Everyone has something they're wrong about.

If only he didn't compound the horror by eschewing cold pasta salads too.

OH NOES! He is not my One True! I married a olive hatin', cold pasta salad nose turn upper.

QUICK QUICK I NEED A BRITTANY ANNULMENT! ON THE GROUNDS OF IRRECONCOLIVABLE DIFFERENCES!