So, having completely ******** up my sleep schedule, I decided there was no better time than 4:25 AM on a Sunday to pull an all-nighter and make coffee for the first time. Now, of course, I had never even so much as touched coffee supplies before. I hate the taste of coffee and want nothing to do with it, but I would quite like to stay awake. I had heard that coffee is great at assisting in this. So, I went to my parents' coffee-maker machine and stared at it. There were no instructions. I found the filters, whom I had only known before as reusable matresses for my tempermental hamster, Cutie.
So, of course, the first thing to do was address my mighty adversary: the coffee machine.
So, of course, the first thing to do was address my mighty adversary: the coffee machine.
And there she stood. One foot, seven inches of pure black plastic. The best thing to do is to know one's enemy in the field. I decided to thoroughly examine the beast herself.
At this point, though I had a good understanding of her build, I had no idea of her inner-workings. I was powerless. I poked and prodded at her for quite some time. I knew that if you put water and beans in, coffee was bound to be the output. I poured a bit of tap water into the glass pitcher in the bottom of the machine and pressed the button. I waited for ten minutes or so. Though the glass got hot, there was no other initial reaction. I opened up the chamber up-top to find a used filter with mushy grounds inside. I still had no idea what I was doing.
In desperation, I turned to the only place I could: LSG. Upon making a frantic, insomnia-induced plea for help with coffee grinds, I shortly received a reply that said, in fact, I was wrong in putting the water in the pitcher. Hallelujah! I learned then that in order to make coffee, one must place grinds in a filter on top, then pour water inside the filter. Genius! I ran off to try my hand.
That was one of many times when I found myself wallowing in praise for myself. What would we do without LSG? Ah ha ha. It was grand. Anyhow, it worked. I took vast delight in watching the stream of brown liquid drip down into the pitcher. It smelled horrid.
I wasn't going to take it black like my father. I grabbed some of Mother's coffee fixins from the fridge. Vanilla hazelnut cream never sounded so good. Well, actually, it never had before. Thus, this was another first. I poured it in and became fascinated with the swirling designs it made in the liquid. It was llike my very own little cup-galaxy!
I wasn't going to take it black like my father. I grabbed some of Mother's coffee fixins from the fridge. Vanilla hazelnut cream never sounded so good. Well, actually, it never had before. Thus, this was another first. I poured it in and became fascinated with the swirling designs it made in the liquid. It was llike my very own little cup-galaxy!
And, so, my adventure was done.
Huzzah! Coffee, FTW! <3
