I have always loved A. A. Milne poems. One of my favorites is called The King's Breakfast--the tale of a King who just wants "a little bit of butter for his bread." However when the word is passed from the Queen to the dairymaid to the cow, the cow suggests marmalade instead. The King is distraught:
The King sobbed, "Oh, deary me!"
And went back to bed.
"Nobody,"
He whimpered,
"Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
My bread!"
And went back to bed.
"Nobody,"
He whimpered,
"Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
My bread!"
I sympathized with the King this week only my morning wish is coffee. We are back in my Minnesota home town for a cousin's memorial service. We has reserved a room in an old, small motel that did not meet our needs in several ways--the most important being that the two outlets in the room were not enough to support a lamp, the oxygen concentrator, and the various chargers necessary to support that equipment. There also were no drinking glasses, no hand towels, no lights besides one lamp, nowhere to hang clothes or towels, and no in-room coffee! Nor did the motel offer coffee or breakfast.
I had been told by an old friend that there was an excellent coffee shop in town so we proceeded to get our morning ablutions done and head there. The Bean is run by a friendly guy named Bill and is a coffee club--you pay a daily "membership fee" of $5 which entitles you to unlimited coffee, donuts and wifi--all in comfortable overstuffed chairs or at tables.
We spent the morning there and shared our motel room woes with Bill. Ironically, he also offers a Airbnb apartment above the Bean and a homestay suite in his home. Without much further consideration, we decided to move to the homestay suite. It was a huge improvement: more outlets, more light, closet and towel racks, and a small drip coffee pot in the bathroom.
We spent the morning there and shared our motel room woes with Bill. Ironically, he also offers a Airbnb apartment above the Bean and a homestay suite in his home. Without much further consideration, we decided to move to the homestay suite. It was a huge improvement: more outlets, more light, closet and towel racks, and a small drip coffee pot in the bathroom.
Yesterday morning, I eagerly prepared the little pot and waited. A few minutes later, I had half a pot of cold water--no color, no heat. We dressed and headed back to the Bean. Again we spent the morning because we were joined by several other family members in town for the service. I explained the coffee pot problem to Bill.
That afternoon, his wife brought us a small Keurig and a rack of coffee pods.
That afternoon, his wife brought us a small Keurig and a rack of coffee pods.
Early this morning, I prepared my first cup of French Vanilla. The water heated, the coffee brewed, and as I started to pick up the mug, the pod exploded sending coffee grounds all over the appliance and counter. I am not a regular Keurig user but I remembered that my daughter-in-law always pokes holes in the pod with a toothpick. I did that and have had success since. But I will be glad to return to my reliable Presto percolator tomorrow.
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