I don’t drink as much coffee as I used to, but I’m worth nothing until I’ve had the second cup in the morning. Girls wonder “How many cups is that?” before asking questions that require
For ages I used a wee metal pot. It came on holidays with me. I needed no fancy frothers or magic machines because I just drink black coffee. No lattes or cappuccinos or mocha-somethings. Coffee. Black. Simple.
The wee pot died. Feeling hardy, I ordered new seals and set about reviving it. It was not to be. I reverted to using the cafetiere, a bit messy, gets cold quickly, but still, coffee. Coffee, delicious coffee.
Feeling efficient, I decided to cut out a stage in the mess. Rather than emptying the soggy grounds into the composting bin in the kitchen, I just go straight for the outside bin. A wee knock off the side of the bin, and, oh yes, that was glass…
Feeling bereft, I drank instant coffee, and tried to get on with life. Until today.
Spurs Fan had spotted a half price machine in the local supermarket. We looked it up. It was well reviewed and not half price anywhere else. Off we set.
It came home, and out of the box, to oohs and aaahs. Speccy’s new toy! I divided up the instructions and too many cooks failed to make the toy work.
But Girl1 is a problem solver. She had YouTube, and after several attempts, worked out what we were doing wrong. We were doing all the right things, but not necessarily in the right order.
I had proper coffee, and now there is a blog post. In this case correlation may well imply causation.