Monday, June 29, 2009

Fancy Coffee Pot-2, Nini-0

I am working from home today on my annual review. And though I'm sitting in the cool air conditioned cave-like apartment, I can see out the windows that it is bright and sunny. And hot.

It is late afternoon, and just like every other day, I am getting sleepy. Today, however, I also have writers block. (Apparently only for the stuff I'm supposed to be doing, not the leisurely blogging in which I partake.) And my taste buds are telling me that the only cure is a Starbuck's Javachip Frappucino. Heaven on Earth.

However, I'm trying to be good and not spend a lot of money, so I've decided I'm going to attempt to make my own frothy coffee drink. I've got coffee, ice cream, chocolate chips, chocolate syrup, and a slew of other things. I *should* be able to concoct something delicious.

So I head to the kitchen, and realize that we still have not extracted our fancy schmancy new wedding coffee pot from it's box, even though it's neanderthal-esque counterpart was passed off on a friend months ago. Nicely packed in it's tape, bubble wrap and styrofoam, Mr. Coffee gets an attitude the minute I slice through the packing tape.

"Nu-uh bitch! You left me in here for 8 months! I'm cozy now. You're gonna have to wait for another.. aaaaahhhhhhh."

After much struggling during which I look like I could be wrestling an angry sea lion, I manage to get Mr. Coffee out of his womb, run him through his first bath, and excitedly grab the coffee from the cabinet. I'm feeling like a new mom at this point.

Except we have no coffee filters. Crap. Our old pot had a reusable filter and it didn't occur to me that this one wouldn't. Score one for Mr. Coffee.

The timer dings, signaling the cleaning cycle is over, so I drain the pot, and go to load more water. As I lift the top, my hand is scalded with a giant cloud of steam. Also something we never had to deal with when we still owned the old appliance. Score two for Mr. Coffee.

However, after 37 minutes, I have successfully brewed a pot of chai tea. But since my opponent for the day doesn't have a brain, I don't believe I get a point for that one.

1 comment:

Jill Pilgrim said...

Dear Coffee Pot,

You're not so smart! What with your stupid coffe making parts! You have no brain parts! Stop trying to make Nini feel stupid! Stupid!

Coherently Yours,
Jillian