Denise has been making coffee for me for the past few years. I would say it’s probably been about five to seven years, but not more than nine. We’ve been together for eleven years, I would say that the first couple of years were back-and-forth coffee making, more back than forth. For any event this morning I decided to return the favor and make (and serve) coffee in bed for Denise.
As you know, my primary role on this blog is that of the protagonist. Ok, actually the complainer. Believe me, there was a lot to complain about when making this cup of coffee, but I decided that this was going to be a special morning, and I wasn’t going to complain, even though it was looking as though my coffee was looking less like coffee, and more like tea!
As I was watching the water boil, the song “Keeping the Faith,” by Billy Joel came to my mind. It was really the line “the good ol’ days were always good, and tomorrow ain’t as bad as it seems” that popped into my mind.
Let’s start with the vintage kettle. It sure is cute, with its swan-like spout. (Correction: I’m told it’s not vintage, but Japanese in design.) In any event, this kettle does not have a whistle. You know, the one that tells you when the water is boiling. Yeah, that’s a nice feature. Instead of a whistle, which I guess is annoying, you have to keep opening the lid. This isn’t a problem, at least not until it gets crazy hot and you throw it on the floor. “Don’t worry, it’s all under control. I got this!” I shouted. The first time I used this kettle, I walked away from it expecting to hear a whistle. No such luck – boiling water spilled out from the spout and lid, all over the stove. Big mess. This morning, the water wasn’t going to be an issue.
Time to make the coffee. Seems simple enough. Glass thing (Chemex) – Check, coffee beans- check, coffee grinder – check…. filter – Where are the filters? Why wouldn’t they be in the all-things-coffee cabinet?” “HEY… WHERE ARE THE FILTERS?” I yelled. “THEY ARE IN THE CABINET!” she replied. Right, the cabinet. “WHICH ONE? NEVER MIND… WHY DON’T YOU…. forget it…”
Ok, the marriage of coffee grounds and water. This seems pretty straightforward. There is no way I can screw this up. Filter goes on the glass thing. Coffee grounds go in the filter. Gingerly pour boiling water (did I mention the stupid handle gets really hot, too?) over the ever so delicate coffee grounds. (I later learned I needed to grind the beans a bit more. Next time.) Hey, this is kinda’ fun. The grounds are, like, dancing …. Shit! Too much water! Why is there coffee colored water bubbling out from the top of this friggin Chemex? How is this possible?
Morning challenges aside, I had an epiphany. I said to myself, Denise has been making coffee for me every day for five to seven years, but not more than nine, and she never complains. In fact, she isn’t even going to complain about my tea-like coffee because that’s just the way she is. She’s going to be so happy, I’m not going to spoil it.
Instead, of complaining I decided to write my first blog post, the first of many trials and tribulations of Laudalino.