Well, this morning started out okay, or so I thought despite the headache that I woke up with (which I will blame on monthly hormones rather than the extra glass of wine last night). I got ready and went downstairs to the office and checked my email when I decided that I would definitely need a cup of coffee to kick start my productivity for the day. So I headed to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee, a seemingly mindless task. Well, what proceeded was definitely without a mind...
As a disclaimer, I should tell you that although I love a daily cup of coffee, I am not that proficient in making coffee. Although Lawrence doesn't drink coffee, for the past two years he has been the main coffee-maker of the household. He used to send me out the door with a travel mug full of the fabulous liquid and even one to share with my carpool friend. Oh, those were the days. Add that to the fact that we just got a new coffee pot, and I feel that the situation was not completely my fault.
Well, it started out easy enough and I filled the new stainless steel carafe with water and filled the filter with coffee (probably more than I should have but I didn't know how much and I erred on the side of strong) and the poured the water into the tank. Well, everything was going fine- or so I thought- when the coffee maker finished and I pulled the pot out to take a look. I peered down inside the open pot and thought with disdain that it didn't make nearly as much coffee as I thought that it would AND there was coffee grounds floating in it. Only then did I realize that the interesting thing about the whole picture was that I could in fact look down into the pot immediately after pulling it away from the machine because I had neglected to screw the lid back on the pot before putting it under the machine. Whoops. This is where the fun began. I then decided that the best course of action would be to dump out what was in the pot and then put the lid on and put it back on the burner so the rest of the coffee could go into the pot. Hmm. Seems like a good idea, right? Okay, in my defense, in my coffee-less mind it seemed like a good idea at the time. So that's what I did. Well, of course as soon as my lid hit the dripper (all technical words, I'm sure) the entire vat of coffee that was floating around inside the filter came flooding out into the pot lid which didn't allow for that fast of flow so the coffee doth runneth over ALL OVER MY COUNTER. Well, here comes brainchild number two- I pulled the pot away. Of course it was too late and then I just proceeded with getting wet coffee and grounds all over the burner along with my counter and when I peered inside the tank I realized that the water had overflown from the filter basket and had gone into the holding basket that holds the filter and then into the holder for the holding basket which is screwed onto the rest of the machine. So now my filter, holding basket and holder all had coffee grounds caked onto them- LOTS of them, as remember, I erred on the side of strong. And did I mention I still have coffee all over my counter and now dripping down my white cabinets onto the floor. AND I still haven't had a cup of coffee at this point.
So, I cleaned it all up and started it all over again, this time with a watchful eye and the coffee was good, and definitely needed at this point more than ever before, but it wasn't great and I felt defeated for the day before 9am. And the moral of my story, if you haven't guessed, is Lawrence should just continue to make the coffee every day. It's better for everyone. And the counter.
