Our coffee maker broke today. Let me back up.
Yesterday, when I went for my second cup of coffee… there was very little left in the carafe. I realized that I had turned off the machine a little early, as there was still a few cups of water still left in the tank. Odd.
Today, when I tried to start the machine… it beeped, and nothing happened. Dead.
Liz did her research, and we purchased a fairly nice (read: expensive) drip coffee machine. So to have it break in under a year is distressing, to say the least.
We contacted the company’s support (they only have email), but in the meanwhile we have no coffee maker. We were in a mad scramble, trying to figure out how to get that precious caffeine out of the coffee beans.
Liz luckily remembered that we had an Aeropress lying around, and dusted the thing off. After making one really bad cup with it, we eventually figured out (remembered) the process and made some decent cups.
This really was quite the mad scramble today. In my head, it felt like a moment at a party where someone breaks out weed but no one has a pipe or one hiiter. So people are running around, MacGyver-like, trying to fashion a bong out of an apple.
[photo via Tyler Nix]