This morning, I
- Got the coffee out of the fridge
- Washed the plastic filter holder
- Put the plastic filter holder in the coffee maker
- Washed the coffee pot
- Put the coffeepot in the coffee maker
- Measured the coffee
- Put the coffee in the coffee maker
That’s right! There was no filter in the plastic filter holder.
I have no brain and I must think.
Been there, done that….. How many times have I thought, “I need coffee in order to make the coffee….”
Thinking is what the coffee is for.
This is why so many of us do it the night before. Most of us can handle
1. Push the button
Night. Before. Must. Remember. Night. Before.
I find it funny that while I have trouble remembering who I am in the morning,I never forget that I need coffee.
Btw Roberta thanks for reminding me about the button cause just swearing at the coffee maker doesn’t seem to work very well.
“I need coffee in order to make the coffee….”
Yes, that is the cruel irony of coffee.
Peet’s gives out a free cup of coffee when you buy beans, so whenever I need to buy beans I skip coffee at home and go downtown to get beans & coffee at the Peet’s near work. Problem is, sometimes I’m so fuzzy I forget that I haven’t had coffee at home. I’ll be in my office wondering why I’m dragging so badly…
Oddly, I’ve never done this before. Otherwise it wouldn’t be blog-worthy.
Tom, Isaac & I used to go to the original Peet’s, which was on the same block as our PO Box in Berzerkely. People would be lined up around the block for their free cup.
But I would never dream of leaving the house without coffee. My coffee maker has a warning label: Do not drive or operate heavy machinery before ingesting.
I’m a tea drinker and as with the shower it is a specific routine.
1. Boil Water
2. Get favorite cup (it has a cat on it)
3. Twinings English Breafast only (teabag because I’m lazy)
4. Raw sugar
5. Pour boiling water over tea and sugar.
6. Let steep a minimum of 5 minutes (I like it bitter)
7. Add half and half to the approximate color of cinnamon.
8. Enjoy.
9. Repeat.
And if I can’t have it the way I want, I wait until I can.
I really wish I wasn’t so anal sometimes.
I have a percolator – the filter is part of the whole thing. And the coffee tastes better.
Can’t do it the night before – the volatile oils in the coffee evaporate and the water gets stale. My routine is;
1. Start waking up.
2. Take 30-60 seconds to decide what day it is and whether I really need to get up (I often wake up several minutes before the alarm is scheduled to start, so I often have to decide whether I need to *stay* awake).
3. Stumble downstairs.
4. Let dogs out.
5. Get water for coffee maker.
6. get coffee beans out of refrigerator.
7. Get filter out of cabinet over stove.
8. Put filter in basket.
9. Put two heaping scoops of beans in coffee grinder.
10. Grind until just before ears start bleeding.
11. Put basket in coffee maker.
12. Push button.
13. Let dogs in.
14. Give dogs treat.
15. Put vitamins in little cups on the counter.
16. Pour coffee.
17. Stumble back upstairs and give coffee to wife, take first satisfying sip, open eyes.
10.5 Put coffee in filter in basket.
See, I need some coffee…….
Jody used to get her Peet’s at the Mother Church too; when she arrived in Berkeley, that was still the only one.
But I would never dream of leaving the house without coffee. My coffee maker has a warning label: Do not drive or operate heavy machinery before ingesting.
I take the bus. But you’re absolutely right–driving without coffee would be a bad idea.
Ken, that’s funny. I’m contagious. Because 10.5 is the step I missed.
Grind until just before ears start bleeding.
LOL! Hubby got custody of the grinder in the divorce, but I remember it well.
Why in the world do you folks keep coffee in the fridge? I’ve been drinking/making the stuff since long before most of you were born. Didn’t you know that’s why they dry and roast it, so it won’t go off?
Well, they say it tastes fresher. My uncle used to do kitchen science—things like, boiling hot and cold water and seeing which boils first—working out for himself all the old wive’s tales. I could ask him if he ever tried two cans of coffee, purchased at the same time, one refrigerated and one not.