Saturday, June 11th, 2011

I have no idea how much coffee I ground this morning. I usually scoop four tablespoons of coffee beans into the grinder but, right after I closed up and just before I started cranking it, I had that moment of doubt you get when you’re counting things and it’s very important that you get the right number. As everybody knows, the more important it is that you get the right number, the less confident you are that you have, in fact, the right number. Did I measure four or five scoops? I was pretty sure it was four, but for some reason I had the feeling it might have been five. It didn’t help that I was right at the bottom of the jar. I didn’t want to waste the few beans that were left down there, so I scooped them up, too, and threw them in. Then, the moment of doubt. Was it four or five? Five wouldn’t have ruined the coffee, it’s just that I normally use four. Five or four? Oh, for shit’s sake, it’s only coffee. Turn the damn crank.

scoop | 9:01 am CST
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