I had occasion to buy a new coffee maker recently. My philosophy is, “Go mid-range.” If you purchase one of those no-nonsense, on-off, under-20-bucks models, you eventually will come home in the afternoon to the smell of scorched coffee, probably sooner than later. And the really expensive, high-end coffee pots? Don’t even get me started. I return to the programmable, 12-cup Mr. Coffee, or comparable brand. It can’t be beaten, except I do notice the LED displays get harder and harder to read. Yes, we’re getting started slowly here after a little vacation. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need another cup of coffee.
Meet Mrs. Coffee
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131 responses to “Meet Mrs. Coffee”
Jackie opened her store today so we probably won’t hear from her or Ghost and Dickens has no fingers to type with.
I have guys working on my house! Repairs from last May’s hail storm. 5 of 6 windows are in, siding is off and new stuff is getting angled to put on. While they were working in one part of the house, I was in another starting a new painting. YAY!
Also…. I’ve worn out the Kitchenaid! As the last batch of cookie dough was getting mixed (2 for today, 8 for the week- it’s been a busy week), the motor started making noise like a car whose transmission just went out, and lots of heat from the motor. Oh well, it has served well. ๐ And since they seem on sale- credit card time.
Sand- did they finish your drywall? Fingers crossed…..
From the woot.com archives: http://s3-external-1.amazonaws.com/wootblogfiles/coffee.mp3
The best woot.com coffee song had been on this site on 06.25.07: https://www.woot.com/offers/gourmet-coffee-cafe-single-serving-coffeemaker-with-free-coffee
Unfortunately, the song is no longer there.
Fortunately, I downloaded and saved it way back then.
Unfortunately, I cannot upload it to this blog.
Just take my word for it that it is hilarious.
One of my favorites from the old Dr. Demento radio show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzYXbmcM4uo&list=PLAE4A45DAB1254CC5&index=25&t=0s
Ah, yes! The good doctor! I listened to it every week.
I can hear “Dead Puppies” right now, along with “Pencil-Necked Geeks” and many more.
Best one: “Fish Heads.”
Yum.
I was working night shifts when I started listening to his show. I do miss it. He has an online version these days but I just haven’t convinced myself I miss it enough to subscribe.
Dear Mindy from Indy, Thanks for the laugh! Well, the table IS heavy but it has four legs … or wait, maybe six? it’s put away right now so can’t say for sure. It’s square, when closed up without the extra leaves, so it is well supported.
I am sorry to hear of the misfortunes that came your way. Hope for better days ahead.
Did you hear about my 85th birthday party? We all had a good time. There was fiddle music, the kind we used to square dance to in the 1940’s and 50’s.
Lots of love,
Charlotte
Trapper Jean, there are also coffee and chicory k cups from Cafe du Monde.
https://shop.cafedumonde.com/coffee-beignets/coffee/coffee-chicory-k-cups.html
The opening of Jackie’s new boutique was considered a success by all involved, but I’ll let her tell you about that herself, possibly tomorrow when she catches up on some lost sleep.
While walking across the parking lot of an area big box store this warm and windy afternoon, I was reminded of one of the reasons I like ladies in short sundresses.
The Swanage England ice dancing team getting in some practise for the next winter Olympics:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_nsMHqV1cY
We survived and I am going back to sleep. I love my Ghost.
Grant’s gazelles, I think.
https://explore.org/livecams/african-wildlife/african-animal-lookout-camera
Peace,
Wonder why moderator makes me incognito? emb
Oh well. Maybe the job will get finished next week. And it is likely some of you thought “siding getting angled ? That’s not right”. My mistake! That was aluminum to framed the new windows. Learn something every day!
Soap pellets! ๐ I bet it does sound like treats…
Thanks TR ๐ funnny one, that!
Llee, by referring to the soap pellets—most funny, agreed!—you made me think how often A&J is about food and drink. On the 9th, it was coffee. On the 3rd, soup stock. Feb. 26, a snack.
Perhaps someday we’ll get Arlo’s reaction to “new” foods that are invading our lives. Thanks to the fuss over gluten (I actually became sensitive to it while taking a specific medicine, but no longer!) my wife has expanded her grocery list to include some good things (quinoa) and some that I refuse to touch because they taste like soap to me (kale, cilantro).
On MPR, Steve Staruch just played Sibelius’s “Karelia Suite”, in recognition of this St. Urho’s Day. Peace,
TR
“New Foods” has brought up my new Rant – Non-GMO.
There is not a thing we eat or animals we are in contact with
that has not been genetically modified.
There would be 1 type of apples, corn would have a dozen or less
kernels, wheat would grow only in certain places, cows would give Qts. of milk rather
Gals. , there would be 1 breed of cat or dog, 1 type of bird that looks like a Tera dactyl,
humanoids would be covered in hair and their knuckles would drag the ground.
So to recap there is no such thing as Non-GMO it is just it has taken decades, centuries,
or millennia to create change.
emb
the Curling announcer at the Paralympics said he owns a Pizza place
in the town where you live.
Yes, Old Bear,you are so right. people are uneducated about the real facts … and they are easily misled. Advertising has a big influence too.
Dear emb, I must look this up. I bet it’s interesting, and you have probably mentioned this saint before, but I forgot.
Mindy from Indy, did you manage to find the dining table you wanted? What are your specifications?
One of you emailed re St. Urho. Here [if Moderation doesn’t object] is an excerpt from a column re St. Urho in the 15 March 2000 Bemidji Pioneer.
‘St. Urho’s Ode. Don’t let the spelling bother you; it’s Finglish. (A search for St. Urho on the Web yields several sites, with at least three versions of the Ode. My spelling is a decent compromise).
Ooksie, kooksie, koollama, vee, / Tat Santia Urho iss ta poy for me. / He sase dose hoppers as pig as pirds; / Neffer peefor haff I hurd dose vords.
He reely tolt dose pugs of kreen, / Da brafest Finn I effer seen! / Some celebrate for Pat unt hiss nakes, / Putt Urho poyka got vot it takes.
He got tall unt strong from tat feelia sour, / Unt ate kulla moyakka effery hour. / Tat’s vy tat guy could sase dose peetles / Vot crew as tick as chack bine neetles.
So let’s giff a cheer in hower pest vay / Tiss sixteent of March, St. Urho’s Tay!
Menagha, south of Park Rapids on US 71, boasts a statue of St. Urho at the south edge of town. There is a copy of the Ode on its base. The nearby St. Urho’s museum is open only in summer.
“Ooksie, kooksie, koollama, vee” are 1, 2, 3, 4, in Finglish. “Feelia sour” is viili, a luscious sour milk product we ate every chance we had in Finland. “Kulla moyakka” is a Finnish fish stew.’
I’m invited to a corned beef and cabbage do tomorrow. Can’t image what that’s all about. I’m bringing 2 6-pax. Peace,
Ghost has found his next career, fashion maven and co owner of our charming little women’s boutique Steals.
Love this man, distributor of hugs and love.