Desperate times call for desperate measures! This past week, an electrical storm produced a surge that destroyed my coffee machine. Today is the first time in a very long time that I didnt have to wake up, in the dark, to the droll, irritating, synthesized noise from my android, on a Saturday morning. This morning I woke up naturally, gradually, and peacefully. As I reached cognizance, I opened my eyes with the widening that only we do in the immediate morning. With a deep inward draw of breath, I made a revitalizing, prolonged, blissful stretch, with arms and legs reaching their limits, with fingers and toes flared and wrists and ankles flexing, accompanied with the sounds of a yawning and groaning bear awakening from his (or hers) winter long hibernation. I lay beneath the sheets in absent minded comfort, when, like Macauley Culkin, in Home Alone, in the after shave in the mirror scene, I sprang upright in utter panic and sheer terror, with eyes wide open, and quoted young Culkin with, AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!, when I realized that I HAVE NO COFFEE MACHINE! This is where the desperation came into play. What we coffee junkies wont do, to get our fix! With panic and determination, I metrixed to the kitchen, and I whisked nearly every pot and pan out from the cupboards and began boiling water, keeping one rather large pot empty, anticipating the resultant brew. I put a filter, over filled with those glorious granules of fresh ground beans, in a colander, and suspended it over the pot, waiting anxiously for my H2O to reach the bubbly rolling, but not boiling point. I finally poured the hot liquid over the filter in the colander over the empty pot, maniacally enjoying each flavorful droplet spashing into the black pool of magical elixir, below. Pling, pling....plop, plop,.... plud, plud, the sounds changed as the level and depth of of my life enhancing brew rose, and the reverberations reached the side of my most holy vessel.. My kitchen appeared like a laboratory, sans the beakers and bunsen burners, researching experimentation on the java bean, and I was the mad scientist! I couldnt dip my mug fast enough into my cauldron of joy. I laughed insanely, and let out an audible, ahhhhhhhhhh of satisfaction and relief, with my first sensation of caffeine entering my circulatory system. I am relieved of my anxiety and terror as I sip from this third cup (quart? :-/ ) To misquote the Frankenstein monster....COFFEE....GOOOOOD!
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 14:58:55 +0000
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