Saturday, November 17, 2012

Making coffee in the B&B

When your host is not in residence and individual rooms don't have amenities like little coffee makers, it's a relief that the kitchen is well supplied with all my coffee needs.  After a very full day of exploring Old Town and Museums, we returned to the Inn at - 4:30????  Really?  It felt so much later.  Don was exhausted but I was wired.  Coffee and a good  book was calling me. 




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So here I was in a 12 bedroom Victorian Mansion pretty much all to myself.  One of the staff came through preparing for a guest that would be arriving soon so I figured this would be a good to time explore the possibilities of making coffee. 

12 cup coffee pot - check
Filters - check
MJC, regular not decaf - check
Running Water - check

I was in business.


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I don't know about you but when I'm in someone else's kitchen, I feel very awkward.  The simplest task seems to take extra effort; the rules seem to change.  And so it was with making a simple pot of coffee. 

Five scoops of grounds was all it took.  Dip.  Scoop.  Pour into filter.  Four times.  Carefully.  On five, I'm smiling.  I almost home. Free. That's when I have an attack of gracefulness and - - -  tap the edge of the carafe. Oh yes.   Coffee grounds everywhere. 

It's bad enough chasing grounds in your own kitchen and catching them all in the cleanup process but in someone else's kitchen, it's worse.  The tea room was going to be open the next day and I knew someone would be busy prepping for high tea the next morning.  The last thing they needed was to feel/hear the crunch, crunch, crunch of coffee grounds underfoot.  Anyway - cleanup accomplished.  Coffee poured.  I was ready for a good read. 

Book - check
Coffee - check
Comfy sofa - check
Time all to myself - A priceless gift

4 comments:

Janet said...

That would probably happen to me, too. I'm always nervous in someone else's kitchen.

Pam said...

Yes, I know what you mean Annie - even family and in-law's kitchens - people we have known for a long time.
My mother was in hospital many times as I grew up and her mother, my gran, would come to help. I remember her telling me how awkward she felt in the kitchen.

ArtMuseDog and Carol said...

So glad you got to your coffee and book ~ sounds like you earned it ~ fun post ~ (A Creative Harbor) ^_^

Jeanie said...

I'm glad you are back from your blogging break! I see I have much to catch up on!