I realized today, along with Sierra, that I am seriously missing coffee. I mean real coffee, not the espresso coffee that you sip on casually in a cafe, reflecting on your thoughts and life. I'm talking about a Venti Starbucks or a Turbo Sized DD, at cheap prices; not 5$ for a long-black with an extra coffee shot in a cup that's the size of a jar of baby food.
I started dreaming about my package from Jen that consisted of a 4-cup coffee pot with two pounds of DD coffee (YES!). When I finally received the package, Sierra and I were so excited to not have to pay for coffee 3 times a day. We plugged that bad-boy in and we got so far as getting two cups out of it until the fuse blew. That might have been the saddest day of my life.
Starting to pay for coffee again (with two pounds sitting in the house) just seemed wasteful. After a night of my innovative dreaming, I decided that we could put a coffee filter in a flour whisker and pour hot water over it to filter the coffee into a cup.
<as seen below>
This was so key to the functionality of our lives. We happily danced around the living room in the mornings with the aroma of coffee in the air, until the day arrived when we ran out of coffee filters.
I'm thinking:
EFF MY LIFE.
#whitegirlproblems
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#mycoffeeisanaccessory
etc.
Two days ago, I realized that we were desperate; I mean more desperate than the Desperate Housewives.
After a day of not having our coffee filters, I noticed that there was a coffee cup in the sink, I knew it was Sierra. The second she walked in the living room, I asked her how she made her coffee.
Her response was:
I ripped open tea-bags and put it in the baby flour-sifter.
(you can't make this shit up)
muy desperado
So, until our trek to Kmart begins (in about twenty minutes) for filters, we will be ripping open tea bags and drinking coffee that way.
x Perpetually Camping x
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