I most certainly am.
In a comment from my last Collapse post, Tim had this to say,
The first thing that went through my mind when I read that?
The Wifely Unit left to go back over to her Dad’s to take care of him a little while ago and her tail lights hadn’t even disappeared around the corner when I was hot footing out to my truck, headed to Bi Mart.
In the past they have usually had an aisle near the front of the store with coffee and canned goods they have on sale.
I got lucky today.
They had enough stacked so that I could get a six pack.
Just for comparison, the bigger can on the left here,
is the last one I had left from when I went down there last year and bought several cans on sale, at the same price per can that I just paid for those smaller ones.
If you needed any proof of the inflation going on, there it is right there.
Inflation or not, Tim’s comment above jogged my brain pan into remembering seeing this a few days ago,
although from a different source, the message is the same.
A once-in-a-century drought in Brazil has walloped the world’s largest coffee crop, pushing up wholesale prices to their highest level in years.
The going rate for prized arabica beans was almost $1.70 US a pound at one point this week. That’s almost 60 per cent higher than it was last summer.
And actually, the source I read the other day was quoting the difference in total crop yields that were expected and it was staggering.
So you can expect to see the price of coffee skyrocket, just like it did back in the 70’s.
You can expect to see another spike starting to form about now and where it is going to top out at is anyone’s guess.
I remember the price and availability of coffee being a big concern back then because I was living with my Grandparents, who were raised during The Great Depression and they were freaked out about it because the prices took a huge jump and they drank the stuff from when they got up until they went to bed.
Being frugal due to their life experiences, there was much discussion about it over the dinner table and they decided that they would start cutting their coffee with this stuff.
As I recall, the stuff wasn’t exactly horrible but it flattened the taste out so that it kind of just made ithe coffee taste real bland.
They were from The South and having grown up there, on top of living through the Great Depression while doing it, they had all kinds of ways of doing things on the cheap.
You may have heard the old joke about the Red Neck Granny that had matching salad bowls?
I’m not even kidding.
Been there, done that.
I’m here to tell you that some people in this country are about to get a very rude awakening.
The price and availability of Coffee is just one small symptom of a monstrous reality check that is coming.
I for one plan to be wide awake and jittery while I watch it happen.