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#1 |
Welcome to my nightmare
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I get out of bed after resetting the alarm four times. I stumble out to the kitchen, hoping my skivvies are on just in case I run into one of our four teenagers, a highly unlikely event, and the dogs are trying to trip me along the way. Unable to see, I retrieve the coffee pot and basket from the dishwasher, mostly by feel. Whole beans? Screw that, it's way to serious and I'm hardly awake. I try to count three scoops of Maxwell House into the Bunn dripper, fill it with water, then wait two minutes while I feed the spastic dogs and the two spastic bettas. Then I pour two cups of fresh coffee, the other for the stunning Mrs. Brew.
If I can make it just that far, I'm doing real good. |
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#2 |
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Three cup moka pot, Nespresso Aeroccino to froth and heat milk and in ten minutes I have an outstanding cappuccino.
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#3 |
Just in front of theStorm
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Let the super auto espresso machine do it for me.
If I am feeling like I don't have enough to due its either french press, moka pot, or the ever mystifying Mooka Pot |
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french press or moka pot
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