Get it? Get the irony? Meditation? Coffee? Right? Ha ha! I crack myself up!
My fiance and I are currently living at my ex husband’s house. We will probably be living there for one to two more days. We had some issues with the sewer line that left our home disgusting and inhabitable, and as a result, we are displaced citizens of the world. Fortunately, I get along with my ex husband well enough that he’s letting us stay at his apartment while he and my son are out of town. But what does this all have to do with coffee?
Well, for starters, EVERYTHING has to do with coffee in one way or another.
I don’t use your traditional coffee pot. I’ve switched to a french press coffee maker that turns coffee into liquid awesome. I had packed up my coffee making supplies and taken them to my ex husband’s house with me so that I might enjoy some awesomeness in the midst of all this chaos. But I found out that his stove CAN’T BOIL WATER. What up with that?
Point of the story, all I wanted was a cup of coffee. Simple, right? Nopes. While I was waiting for the water to boil (which seemed to be taking about twice as long as it would have on my stove, no offense, Steve), I had time to think about all that went into making a cup of coffee.
First, you have to boil some water. While that’s boiling, you grind the beans. But you can’t just mash up some beans, oh no. The beans have to be ground to the correct consistency so that the brew is still delicious but you don’t have grounds in your teeth when you drink it. I do about 6-7 seconds on my grinder. Then, if you can get the water to boil, which I did eventually, you gently pour the hot water into the coffee maker and stir it lightly, finally placing the un-plunged plunger onto the top. Then you wait. About four or five minutes does the job. And then comes my son’s favorite part, plunging. Perfect every time.
Okay, I know I sound like a crazy lady who ruminates on her coffee way too often. Well, you’re right! But the point of the story here is that even the simplest thing, such as making a cup of coffee, can sometimes be one of the most complicated things to do. And since I like to relate shit like this to real life, I feel sometimes like I can take very simple things in my life and blow them up into very complicated things. It shouldn’t be that complicated to brush your teeth or put on your underwear or make a grilled cheese sandwich or pay your bills on time or fixing the sewer or finding a place to live while they fix your sewer.
Things can be complicated if you want them to be.
Things can be simple. If you want them to be.
I clicked over here from hip mama.
This post reminds me of a movie I had to watch in Botany about this really pricey coffee bean that some kind of bird eats and then poops out, and then is considered a delicacy…
coffee and poop
Take Care!