The unthinkable happened last night. I was getting ready to brew a pot of after-dinner coffee and while rinsing out the pot -- you know, swirling the water around in it -- I smashed it against the side of the sink.
Yeah, I broke it. I didn't manage to smash it to smithereens or anything, just busted out a little 1/2-inch piece of glass from the bottom. In my panic-stricken mind, I started brainstorming about possible repairs. I had the little piece of glass, rescued from the sink. I started imagining miracle-glue, duct tape, bondo, you name it. None of these seemed like real options.
Genius struck! I remembered that coffee has been drunk for centuries...long before there was electricity and automatic drip pots. I just needed to filter the hot water through some grounds and presto! There would be coffee.
So, I took a little sieve...almost identical to this one.
And by the time I was done, I realized that actually heating up the water in a kettle and then pouring it through the grounds might have some precedent. My plan for the morning was complete.
There is, however something I hadn't contemplated. Making coffee in the morning is impossible. It's a paradox. It's a miracle that it ever happens at all. Ya'see, I, like many people, have a hard time doing anything in the morning before having my first cup of coffee.
I've grown accustomed to making coffee (the new fashioned way) in my sleep. Most mornings I manage to put the filter in before putting the grounds into the basket. Most mornings I manage to pour approximately the right amount of water into the reservoir. Most mornings I remember to push the "start" button before I walk away to wait for the noise that signifies the availability of coffee! (You'll note the repeated use of the word "most" instead of "all". I've been known to skip a step on occasion.)
I have to say, the putting of coffee grounds into a sieve balanced over an empty pot awaiting the whistle of the kettle was almost beyond me this morning. I didn't want to wait for the water to really come to a boil. I wanted to pour it all in there at once instead of waiting for enough to drip through the grounds first.
Making coffee is hard!
In little while, I'm off to the store in search of our new coffee maker. It'll be bright and shiny, and red (don't ask), and most importantly, it'll have a self-timer so I can set it up tonight and have the coffee make itself tomorrow.