Sensible Tirade Previously I wrote of my genius adaptability when producing a pot of coffee using a napkin coffee filter. Today I write of personal failure and the coffee that almost wasn’t.
One of two things happen when you wake up in the morning – you’re thinking of a million things, or you can’t think about anything at all. This morning my primary focus was a project at work. I had one of those great dreams where you figure it all out and I wanted to get started before I lost it.
I woke to start my morning routine, let the dog out, and make a pot of coffee. My brain is still rolling on this impressive solution when I approached the coffee pot. Making a pot is simple. Remove yesterday’s grounds to the compost (no I don’t empty it right away leave me alone). Fill the reservoir with clean cool refreshing water, from the tap. Put the new coffee filter it place. Hit the button and we’re brewing.
Did you catch it? Did you see what I missed?
The coffee. You have to had the coffee. It isn’t coffee without the coffee, it’s hot water. And I was going to be in hot water if I didn’t get some coffee.
One pot a day. That’s all I need. Three to five scoops with the little spoon provided with the brewer. It really is simple.
You probably think this is going to be a post about missing the simple thing when you’re doing something. Perhaps we provide a top ten list of ways to pay better attention in the morning. We can even make this a metaphor for our relationships and ponder the unrequited love of the one who got away.
No. This really is about the coffee. I put the three to five scoops in the filter. Alright, I put closer to six scoops in the filter, refilled the water reservoir, and hit the button. I stood there and watched, hoping and praying my dark brew would come out right this time.