One morning, back in the early 1990s, when Steven’ and my coffee was brewing, I whined that I wanted a cup before the pot was finished. Steven cleverly took his cup, pulled out the pot and put the cup in its place, poured my coffee, and switched the pot and cup back.
“We have a fancy coffee maker,” he explained.
Funny thing: since then, we have had many fancy coffee makers with the feature that you can pullout the pot while it’s still brewing, and every damn one of them drops at least a drip when you do it that way. Steven didn’t lose a dropped drip when he did his fancy thing. There’s a lesson there, but I have not imbibed sufficient caffeine to express it properly.
I share this silly story, because I just poured myself a cup of coffee when the pot was still mid-brew, and, yes, it dripped a drop. The other reason is that I am trying to distract from the fact that this is my Lame Post Friday post, and it is almost 8 o’cock on Saturday morning (ooh, we should be drinking 8 O’Clock Coffee, Steven’s mother’s favorite, back in the day).
One other note: It was not Barefoot Pinot Noir I purchased at Ilion Wine and Spirits on Thursday; it was Woodbridge Cabernet Sauvignon. I do not know how I came to make that mistake, but I realized it only when I went to open said bottle and pour myself a glass on Friday (what? I can’t have a glass of wine on a Friday? What is this world coming to?).
So now I am over 250 words. I’ll try to make my Saturday post on Saturday, but no promises.