At our house, it's always time for coffee. Whether using the eccentric Presso pot to make shots, the old Barista machine, one of the two french presses, or the 10-cup automatic drip pot, it's always time for coffee.
Honestly, I think I enjoy making it as much as I do drinking it, which is why these past weeks have been challenging. The loss of a dedicated coffee preparation area is a seeming hardship.
That brings us to the question of place. Where is the best place for coffee preparation? A flat spot for the equipment is required, as is access to electricity for the grinder and brewer, fresh water, and a trash receptacle. Given these criteria, I selected the top of the washing machine in the basement as my coffee spot during our remodeling work. It seemed fine, until this morning.
There may be a reason why the masses have not adopted the practice of making their coffee atop their washing machine. I spilled some coffee grounds this morning. Not too many. Just a few. However, I now realize that coffee grounds breed like rabbits. I learned this when starting a load of laundry once Sally and I finished breakfast. I opened the little door for the detergent, fabric softener and bleach dispensers, and found that each had been transformed into a coffee storage and dispensing facility. I tried my best to clean it all out, to little effect.
So I'm washing the load on "hot".