Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Where There's a Will, There's Coffee

Must. Have. Coffee. These were the first words uttered after Pax cloaked Atlanta in ice and left us without power before breakfast and for the next 7 hours. We had water, candles, batteries, firewood, yet had completely neglected to prepare for the most important element of the day. How could that be? Why not just go to Starbucks, you ask? Alas, the roads were covered in ice and the coffee shops within walking distance were all closed, that’s why! Leaping from under the toasty covers, I headed to the basement in search of a coffee making vessel. In my desperation, I managed to unearth a fairly wide variety of antiquated brewing equipment.

The glass percolator was immediately dismissed by the spousal unit as the thought of cleaning up exploded glass shards without a vacuum was too frightening. The vintage espresso pot seemed the best choice at the time, so we filled that puppy up and set it on the gas-powered burner and waited for the elixir of life to bubble into existence. And waited, and waited, and waited. Ten minutes later we had enough espresso to fill three 3-oz. cups which were consumed in half the time it took to make them!

Quickly scrambling to make another pot, we discovered that the rubber gasket used to seal the innards of the pot had melted due to age and storage. Arrgh! Okie-dokie then. Next up was the French press which took less than five minutes to set up and steep to make three full-sized cups of lukewarm, weak, bitter coffee with an ample sludge appearing at the bottom of each cup (well, technically only two cups because Nic couldn’t make it to the bottom of his.)

We were rapidly running out of options! We were down to that aforementioned glass percolator and a clunky, dinged aluminum drip pot that I had used in college in the 1980s. Bordering on despair, we added grounds and water and hoped for the best. Several minutes later, we were drinking hot, much-better-than-passable coffee from a hideous, dented tin can! Added bonus, we could reheat the coffee without a microwave. Woo-hoo!

The guys headed out to shovel snow as I cleaned up from our fully-caffeinated breakfast of crispy bacon, fried pepper frittata and jalapeno corn muffins, the whole while thinking of old adages about storm ports, gift horses and unexpected places. On that note; stay warm everyone!

2 comments:

Mark said...

Lost power one time and resorted to putting whole beans in a ziploc bag and crushing them with a rolling pin before boiling them in a pot cowboy style. Must. Have. Coffee. Too.

Colleen said...

I think I would just chew the beans if I had to. I can't live with out my caffeine in the morning.

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