Thursday, August 09, 2012
a coffee catastrophe
favorite peoples are coming to visit. I trotted out to the kitchen all sleepy eyed and mushroom-pajama clad and decided to prep the iced coffee concentrate I have been working on. Perhaps it was my still-slumbering hands or perhaps I miscalculated some sort of distance-to but either way I managed to not only drop or dump, but THROW the stainless steel press-pot of coffee concentrate and coarse grounds into the depths of my tiny fridge. It was as if I were an avant-garde painter of the fifties and needed to create a canvas of extraordinary force. KABLAM...art.
Once I felt the stainless surface slipping from my grasp I made the decision that since I was going to have to clean up a colossal mess anyway, why bother preventing it from happening and so I stood and observed the masterpiece as it happened. And. It. Was. EPIC!
And so...I laughed. I chuckled. I guffawed. And then I got to work.