A morning without coffee……………….
……….is not a good morning at all! Yesterday my coffee grinder gave up the ghost.
The kitchen went dark; thunder clouds and lightning surrounded me. (I will refrain from mentioning any of the pirate swear words I uttered in frustration as this is a family blog.) I had visions of myself stumbling about like a zombie as I languished in despair waiting for the replacement to arrive.
This coffee grinder had outlasted one marriage, three boyfriends, five house moves, several jobs and hair dryers. Would I ever find another one as good? We live in a society of planned obsolescence. Nothing is made to last these days!
I could hear an anguished cry of “noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” reverberating in the kitchen. Oh, wait. That was me.
Henri scurried in to find me staring at the defunct coffee grinder in wild-eyed panic.
“Madame, que s’est-il passé?” he asked; his voice full of alarm.
He looked from my angst-ridden face to the counter. He nodded solemnly, thinking of his own reaction if his beloved espresso machine had stopped working.
Suddenly an idea materialised through the mist of my torpor. I put some coffee beans into a (recyclable!) plastic bag and pounded them into small pieces, using the coffee grinder as a hammer. Success! Luckily, coarse grind is perfect for a French press (cafetiere).
Much rejoicing ensued as Henri and I did a victory dance. Breakfast was saved!
Properly fortified I went online in search of a new coffee grinder. And I was able to find the exact same model made by the same company at a reduced price. Let us all hope it works as well and lasts as long as the original (or there will undoubtedly be swearing).
More stories featuring Henri are here: The Gnome and I
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