Our coffee pot broke. The one we had to pull out of storage after we mourned the passing of our last one. I hadn’t made coffee at home in more than a week. The carafe cracked the day we left for Wisconsin, so on Tuesday we went out for Starbucks after Chip’s drs appt. Yesterday, however, I went without coffee ALL DAY LONG! It was miserable!
I woke up this morning and thought, “If I were an old coffee maker, where would I be?” We don’t normally keep things like that, but then it hit me. The small appliance graveyard. The place small appliances such as coffee makers go to die.
And there, tucked way back into the corner, I saw it. Dusty. Dirty. Let alone and shoved all the way in the back. An old, retired coffee maker. WITH A POT!!! Left alone on a shelf “for just a time as this”…
I pulled it down, washed it up and made my coffee. Coffee has never tasted so good!