Derek home roasts our coffee, so according to him, it must be made one cup at a time. I usually have my first cup immediately after rolling out of bed, stumbling bleary-eyed to the kitchen, and putting the kettle on. I'm standing there waiting for the water to boil the whole time.
But, my second cup usually comes a little bit later. I put the kettle on, run to switch the clothes out from the washer to the dryer, get sidetracked while folding the clothes from the dryer, go wipe someone's hiney, remember that I was going to do xyz, wonder who the hell moved my scissors (me)....And then, from the kitchen, I hear the wonderful whistle of the kettle, and get a little thrill...OH YES!!! I'M GOING TO HAVE COFFEE!!!
I may have been a dog in a past life.
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ReplyDeleteI'm thinking my husband would shoot me if I made him wait for one cup at a time...you'll have to explain this to me sometime :) :)
ReplyDeleteBoy, you are so patient for your beloved cuppa joe. My hubby gets ours ready the night before and sets the timer so we have that wonderful French Roast aroma waking us up as we stumble to the kitchen. THAT to me makes me smile. :-)
ReplyDeleteOnce one has had a cup of Derek's "special coffee", one can appreciate the wait! (Mom)
ReplyDeleteDerek's coffee, hmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!! (Poppy)
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