Category: coffee
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hey joe
CAFFEINE PANIC! My Darling B drank off the last of the pot o’ java I brewed this morning and went to make more at about nine-thirty. That’s what we do on mornings we have off from work: Drink too much coffee and lay around in our pajamas until ten or eleven o’clock. So when B Read.
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blink
And, in the blink of an eye, the weekend was over. For the first time in months we slept in late Saturday morning – didn’t get out of bed until almost eight o’clock! What a couple of hedonists we can be! After we’d cleared the cobwebs from our heads with a couple cups of coffee, Read.
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crash
I broke my new coffee toy this morning. I caught a bad case of butter fingers while I was washing the dishes and dropped a cocktail shaker into the dish pan which, unfortunately, was where the upper globe of the vacuum coffee maker was waiting to be washed off. Caved in one whole side of Read.
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vaculator, franken puss
My newest coffee-making gadget, a coffee siphon, came in the mail today. After cleaning it up I couldn’t just let it sit there, so I loaded it up with a couple scoops of freshly-ground coffee, put it on the front burner, cranked up the heat and kept one eye on it while My Darling B Read.
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pots
Breakfast: A cup of coffee, and another cup of coffee. And I’m fine with that because I’ve been eating nonstop since last Friday. It’s time to stop. I’ve eaten so much food in the past three days that I’m pretty sure I won’t have to eat again until maybe next week. Oh, wait. My Darling Read.
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measly 20 bucks
I bought a coffee pot from a guy on e-bay. Well, no, wait. If I say I’ve bought a coffee pot, you might assume I gave the guy money and he sent me a coffee pot. You might even assume I now possess a coffee pot. I do not and, as far as I know, Read.
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wakey-wakey
Bleary-eyed, I staggered into Java Cat, the coffee shop at the very top of Monona Avenue, at seven-thirty this morning. I had stumbled in my duties as the maker of the coffee and allowed our home supply of beans to run out so, for my penance this morning, I rolled out of bed into a Read.
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scoop
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 Read.
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off
It was really pleasant waking up this morning, knowing that I didn’t have to get out of bed right away to jump in the shower and start getting ready for work, then getting out of bed anyway and doing whatever the hell I wanted. I made this ordinary weekend into a hyperextended super-weekend by taking Read.
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Hypothermic
I froze my ass off today. Really. I have no ass. I sat in line with My Darling B – stood, for a while, but mostly sat, so I’m defaulting to that – for five hours this morning to buy tickets for the Great Taste of the Midwest. The skies were clear, the day was Read.
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