This being my first post, I thought it would be best to start with the first thing I do in the morning. This is without a doubt the most important task of my morning, my day, and truthfully my life. No, I’m not talking about putting the seat down on the toilet (that’s the second most important thing), I’m talking about making coffee. Not for myself, but for my wife.
Each morning I wake up at 6:00 a.m., hurry downstairs and pray that the coffee machine is still there. Until I see that sweet silver beast I tremble with fear that some sick sadistic villain might have broken in and kidnaped my savior, Mr. Coffee.
Having confirmed Mr. Coffee is safe, I begin the ancient rite of caffeine. The rite is one part pacing and two parts muttering (come on, hurry!). You see, at this early hour, time is not my friend. In fact, time is without a doubt against me, and every passing moment brings me closer to when she arrives. And by she, I mean my lovely wife, who at 6:00 a.m. is like a velociraptor/zombie hybrid. Beautiful and lethargic, but dangerous none the less. While I’m frantically urging Mr. Coffee on, I quietly hear her wake and slowly, painfully, make her way to the shower. Not long after the water is turned off I hear her begin her descent.
The giveaway is a deep exhale followed by the light shuffle of her UGGs kissing the carpet as they traverse the steps of our stairway. It is then that I hear the gurgle of the coffee pot. In my panic, I had nearly forgotten my purpose, the coffee. My quest nearly complete, I take up the rite again and chant, COME ON, HURRY, all the while pacing back and forth. As my doom, I mean my love, approaches I hear that magic beep. Mr. Coffee has done it! Relief washes over me, I grab the coffee carafe and fill my wife’s mug with black, bitter, life giving coffee and say, “Good morning my love, your coffee is ready.”
While the terror has passed, I know that tomorrow at 6:00 a.m. I’ll face it once again.
2 tablespoons of coffee per cup of water, brew and enjoy