Saturday, April 29, 2006
Super Coffee Woman
I finally learned how to make coffee! Oh put those incredulous looks away. I’m not a coffee drinker and my sweety is, so I had to learn. I don’t drink the stuff, so no matter what was in it, it would taste nasty to me. So I learned the correct proportions of everything that went in. Early in the relationship she was an instant coffee girl. The coffee machine would be used occasionally, but for the most part it was the instant stuff. I learned just how much to put into the cup, how much cream, and how much sweetner to put in so it would be to her liking. I was good at it. No really, I was! There were even a few occasions where various relatives, who all seem to like their coffee the same way, remarked that I made the perfect cup of coffee. I was proud.
Then the french press came into our lives. We were in Ikea and there they were on display. We took one home and she fell in love with it. The taste of real coffee with the near-speed of instant. I was bummed. I had NO clue how much of anything to put in there. My first 10 times were either too strong or too weak. To make matters worse we switched from artificial sweetners to brown sugar because chemicals are bad. So not only was the coffee too strong/weak, it was also too sweet or not sweet enough. It was disastrous. It was like losing one of my [few] super powers.
But I am a learning being. Oh yes, I caught on. Eventually. Last night, as I was standing there waiting apprehensively for her to sip it and tell me what was wrong with it, an amazing thing happened. With a surprised look on her face, she said, “This is really good!” Believe me I was surprised too. But I was triumphant! YES! I can make a good cuppa french pressed coffee without tasting it y’all! My super power has returned. Thank goodness, because I don’t have that many.