Coffee. A homesteading necessity.
Doug and I have gone through many a coffee pot in our adult lives and for the past several years on the farm we opted for a simple French Press. Off grid ready, rich, fresh, easy.
This apartment has brought on the “great respite” for us while outside its walls we work and save for a farm. Inside it is peaceably quiet with only the old clock ticking. The overhead lighting (where are my oil lamps?!), fireplace run by a switch, dishwasher, washer, dryer, easy layout to clean, all of these things make life remarkably lazy and sweet at the moment. Not too bad. And as I relax further I realize how much I do not want to wake at six (still on farm time) and boil water and pour it over the grounds. Oh my, I have gotten lazy. (It’s only temporary, Folks.)
Doug and I reminisced over a certain coffee pot we used to have. Some sixteen years ago I wanted it so much. It was a hundred dollars, a fortune for a coffee pot at the time. It had a grinder built in. And it was programmable to show the time, set a timer, and by itself grind and brew coffee. Grandma and Grandpa bought it for me for Christmas that year. Grandpa used to joke that it did everything, wouldn’t surprise him if it served you too! I’d get up, feed the children, turn on Martha Stewart and pour myself a cup that was brewed just for me.
That used to be our alarm. The sweet sound of a coffee grinder. We set out to find one of these old coffee pot models but only found a regular coffee pot or a one pod, one cup variety that seemed like it was aiding in killing Mother Earth each sweet cup at a time (and I drink three cups each morning!). A box sat on the counter and Doug had me open it. It was my anniversary present. He had found it on the internet. The sweet sound of the grinder wakes us and the smell of fresh coffee brewing alerts our senses to a new glorious day.
Life is made up of the small things.