The Coffee Press

Simple matter of tipping over the glass beaker for my Saturday morning cup of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe coffee…with the cord of the coffee grinder.
The worst bit was that I didn’t get any coffee.

4 thoughts on “The Coffee Press”

  2. Believe me, it isn’t funny–it’s a catastrophe. Hope you can find a replacement. Moods improve, energy returns with daily caffine!

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  3. It is funny, only because I break things. As it turns out I was a tad irritable Saturday but I attributed it to sun exposure.
    As for a replacement; I found a reason to make it to the store that very night and replaced the press.

    I may delude myself into thinking I don’t need a cup a day, but Ang makes no bones about it.

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  4. Ah HA!! So there you have it: If Lief doesn’t “need” his caffeine kick in the a.m., then he better darn well be sure that Ang gets hers — or else!!!

    I wonder if that’s why the Grumpy One gets short-changed on his beloved Lemon Meringue Pie; could it be that the Grand Mother doesn’t get her daily allotment of caffeine? (NOTE: Grumpy hasn’t broken a glass carafe in several years, but he regularly drinks way more than his share of the pot of java juice that is made fresh each morning.

    I wonder why there is always more made on the mornings when the Grand Mother makes it than those rare mornings when Grumpy makes it? Hmmm?

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