Not just any coffee pot, mind you, but the coffee maker MoM leaves here in my house.
Regular Gentle Readers will know, from my sister blog, Tea in the Parlor, that we do not drink coffee here in the Nest. We are tea drinkers, civilized, middle aged, tea drinkers, sipping the heavenly brew from dainty tea cups or big, strong mugs. MoM's coffee maker is stored carefully away for use only when she visits.
It worked fine Tuesday night, and Wednesday, and Thursday, but sometime on Friday, it broke. So Mother of Mossy decided to make do Friday night and Saturday morning by using the coffee filters in her cup to steep her coffee, much like my tea steeps in a cup. But big old coffee filters are not exactly engineered for squishing into coffee cups. Do you see where I'm going here? Yup, coffee ground explosion all over the floor, counter, stove, and everywhere when MoM tried to carry said filter to trash can.
Saturday dawned bright and clear, a perfect day to go hunting for the elusive coffee pot of MoM's preference. You see, Gentle Reader, she didn't want any old coffee maker--she wanted that exact same coffee maker. Store #1 did not carry it. We tried Store #2; same. Ditto for Store #3. And #4, #5, and yes, #6. That's right, the evil MoM made your poor Nest Dweller, who'd walked 8 miles for her marathon training that morning, drive hither and yon all over the Pueblo looking for that stinking coffee maker. Because someone might carry it. Just because all the major stores do not doesn't mean they no longer make, oh no. It's like Shangri La, just around the corner. After getting a bit cranky (I admit it), she agreed that yes, it is possible to brew just one cup of coffee in a 4-cup coffee maker. One is not bound by immuntable laws of physics to always make 4 cups of coffee at a time.
And so we wound up with a $15 coffee maker we could have bought at Store #1. Or Store #2, or Store #...
She had the temerity to complain to me that she was so tired this morning because she couldn't sleep and it was my fault, because I make her walk everywhere instead of dropping her off in front of the store and holding traffic up and inconveniencing rows of cars behind me because she doesn't hop out of the car, she needs to gently slide out slowly or she'll tweak her back and be unable to move, so really, it's better to park and 'make' her walk. I replied (this was before I had my tea, so that's my only excuse) that it was walking through 6 gigantic stores in search of her coffee maker that made her tired. "What? Only two!" she protested. "What? Try six!" I shot back, and then proceeded to name them. "Ooohhh....." with big MoM eyes widened. Harumph.
Tea is so much easier. Tea bag, mug, hot water. You can even make it in a microwave under dire conditions of extreme deprivation. No mess, no bother, caffeine. Perfect.