Life is Too Short
…For bad coffee. The past two days have been a torture in coffee, Mi. The fault is mine. While returning home from the post office three days ago, we came via Nayak’s Condiments and I felt rather clever that I remembered, especially when the aroma of the fresh coffee powder hit my senses.
Eagerly, I bought half a kilo of the rather coarsely ground powder, thinking I’d run it in the mixer grinder to make it perfect for our filter.
So imagine my shocked surprise when, the next morning, after I poured water into our beloved filter, I saw the powder rise like a muffin top! Weird, to say the least.
I gently inserted a knife, hoping to break that vaccuum, if any, inside the filter. After waiting a while and noticing that it did not yield any decoction, I reluctantly churned the contents of the filter, assuming the decoction would just percolate through. But no, that wasn’t to be.
Finally, I coaxed some out – and made Sury’s coffee. While the coffee was aromatic, it certainly didn’t taste like our usual amazing brew.
I only got a few drops of coffee into my glass of milk – and it took me right back to the days when you introduced me to coffee for the first time at the tender age of 16. A little cheesed off, I gulped down the milky, now lukewarm “coffee” and got on with the morning’s chores.
I applauded myself for my patience, as I told myself I’d enjoy a good cup of coffee later after I was done with the cooking.
So imagine my disgust when I opened the filter to find the water still stagnant and with apparently no intention to pass through to the bottom. Trying to decide whether I should go ahead and treat myself to some instant coffee, because by now I was desperate for some, I noticed there was precious decoction left from the previous day. Oh joy!
Tomorrow is another day – and I decided to carpe le coffee before I carpe-d le diem!