I have a love/hate relationship with coffee. I love to drink coffee. I love the way coffee smells. I love the color or coffee be it black, as my hubby drinks it, or with cream and sugar, as I drink it. I love just about everything about coffee. I hate when there is no coffee.
Coffee making in the asylum I call a home is a complicated matter. I don't have a Mr. Coffee - well I do, I call him my husband. Coffee making involves the grinding of beans, heating of water, transfer of beans to a filter and finally the application of said water to the beans. The water must be the correct temperature. The beans must be ground correctly. You can't add the water too quickly. It's a process. I can not make my own coffee. I have tried and it never turns out well.
Coffee making is purely the domain of my husband. He has the perfect temperament for the fiddly task of coffee making. This is a man who, if a recipe calls for 1/4 inch dice, will pull out a ruler. Yes, we have a kitchen ruler. This is why it takes him 3 hours to make any kind of meal.
Coffee buying is my domain. Coffee buying is quick, easy and requires only a phone and a credit card (we have our coffee delivered from a roaster in Pittsburgh...don't ask). I can order coffee while I change a diaper and catch up on world events. I'm a free spirit. This is why I can whip up a meal in 20 minutes...though it will never taste the same twice.
(Aside: My husband is making tea right now....How do I know? The timer just went off. He steeps his tea for exactly 3 min in water that is 190 degrees F. I'm not kidding.)
Hubby and I complement each other well. He is methodical and precise. I am fly by the seat of my pants. If it were up to him nothing would ever get started around here because he weighs the pros and cons of every situation. If it were up to me nothing would ever get finished because I don't have the patience to deal with the little details. He doesn't deal well with people he does't know. I like most people more until I do get to know them.
I'm glad we found each other. We would make normal people miserable.