Really, nothing makes much sense before my morning coffee. Which is the excuse I’m going to stick with for how two adults managed to come to a tragic and totally irrational conclusion last Saturday.
For starters, we awoke to discover we had only one Keurig pod left in the box. That’s almost tragic in and of itself, but I have one of those fill-it-yourself K-cups for emergencies like that. And I still have coffee beans from my pre-Keurig days. So we didn’t hit the panic button. Yet.
I brewed one cup for moi and took a swig before I set in to grind and fill the K-cup thingamajigger for Mr. Official. (Early bird gets the worm…or the last coffee pod. It’s just the natural order of things.)
Mr. Official glanced over my shoulder at the canister where the ground coffee goes, and noticed white stuff. “Can coffee grow mold?” he asked me. In my caffeine-deprived state, I said I guessed it could. (In a later, more lucid moment, I would realize I’ve unearthed institutional-size canisters of Folgers that were opened months or years earlier and never showed signs of mold or problems – their desiccated dusty condition didn’t make great coffee, but dry ground coffee doesn’t go bad. Note to self.)
However, this was a moment that called for action, not rational thinking. We tossed all the ground coffee, cleaned the canister and started grinding. Out came more white stuff. Panic time. We dumped the hopper full of beans, cleaned the entire grinder,dragged out more beans, refilled it, ground some more, and eyed it warily but we were desperate. So we drank and hoped we wouldn’t regret it.
I was relating our coffee adventure to Swimmer Girl, and telling her how awful it was to find mold in our coffee. And she got a funny look on her face. Then she apologetically ‘fessed up: she had used the grinder to grind oatmeal for a face mask while we were in Oklahoma, and apparently didn’t get it all the way cleaned out.
And you wonder why I am unapologetic and insistent that coffee comes first in my daily routine? Obviously I can’t be trusted to make any decisions, or do or say anything until some caffeine kicks in.