By Paul Goldfinger. Editor @Blogfinger.net
We recently got a new coffee bean grinder. We get our beans from a roaster in Hackettstown called Greene Brothers. They have the best Kenya AA. In our house, although Eileen is the chief cook and I am the chief bottle washer, she does defer to me for coffee making.
I insist on carefully following every single special step (filtered water, fresh roasted beans, commercial style drip machine by Bunn, burr grinder by Capresso, etc). It’s just a peculiarity of mine. I am truly a coffee fusspot. It’s too bad coffee isn’t grown around here be cause I would go to meet the farmer.
The new coffee grinder has a transparent top where the beans go, so it looks like there is no top at all. I went to pour the beans into the grinder, but they just bounced off the top and spilled all over Eileen’s kitchen. They rolled around with a clatter like some kind of rogue pinball machine run amok. She, who is so meticulous about her kitchen and everything else, looked on in horror. She knows that I am fundamentally sloppy, but she cannot get over it. Eileen (NMI) is so detail oriented that my nickname for her is “Minutiae” (Actually I would love to make this her middle name since she doesn’t have one.)
The challenge was to pick up the beans one at a time without crunching them underfoot. When I tossed them into the grinder she was incredulous. “What’s the big deal,” I said. “The coffee will get very hot, and nothing can live in that coffee. Besides, you can eat off your floor.” Well, to be precise, we never eat off the floor.
She has a way of rolling her eyes in total disgust. At times like this she is likely to say, “How can you be so inept when you can put a pacemaker wire into someone’s heart?”
I have no answer for her. I tell her that we will need some more Greene beans soon. She says, “I have enough. I’m serving them for dinner.”
“No, no.” I protested; “I don’t mean the green beans; I mean the Greene beans!”
“ And also,” I whined , “I’m sorry I spilled the beans.”
Eileen just looked at me and said, “I wish you wouldn’t spend so much time in my kitchen.”
PATTY AND THE EMBLEMS: “Mixed Up, Shook Up Girl.”
Funny! Paul could be a comedy writer.
Eileen…do you LOVE Sur La table? It’s my favorite store!
Right on Eileen…Paul needs to stay out of the kitchen! Except for bottle washing!
Eileen is a girl after my own heart! (no pun intended)
Love that stove!
Love it. Sounds a lot like my kitchen … except for the pacemaker part.