Jessie and I ran to town. Well, we didn't go all the way to town. Just as far as the Costco. Bless their hearts. They made it simple. They had two coffee makers. One Mr. Coffee that looked entirely not good enough. And this one. The Cuisinart. It looked like it had everything I wanted. And it was not very expensive.
We bought it along with some other stuff which I doubt I really need but I'm at the point in the situation where I'm just throwing things into the cart for good luck.
A swing through the Publix and we were home.
I am drinking my first cup of Cuisinart coffee and it is fine. And it came with a real manual. And it is about fifty times easier to program than the old Krups. And it pours like a dream.
All is well.
Time to get busy, busy. Hank is coming out and so is Owen. I have the kitchen to do, the cornbread to bake and some side dishes to make for tomorrow before the party if I have time.
Peter Rowen is on Terry Gross, telling Bill Monroe stories. It's a beautiful day. I have coffee.
Life is not so bad.
Not bad at all.
Thank-you for all your suggestions. Someday I'll grow up enough to get one of those coffee makers that grinds beans. For now though, I'll just be a coffee non-gourmet. Hell, if I really liked the way it tasted, I'd put cream and sugar in it.
And I'd weigh four hundred pounds.