Husband said he felt like coffee.
I said I did too!
So I jumped up and filled the kettle.
I grabbed the coffee beans from the pantry and the coffee grinder from the cupboard.
I measured and ground the beans as the water boiled.
When he wandered into the kitchen and said he was actually thinking of instant,
I made real coffee for me anyway.
Does this make me a coffee snob? Have I become one of those people? Is the next step needing to get to the Starbucks up the hill at Safeway to order a triple Venti nonfat half-caff soy latte with 1 pump mocha, 1 pump caramel and 1 pump peppermint (it’s the holiday season), low foam, non-fat whip, steamed milk at 185 degrees, with 2 packets of Splenda (shaken, not stirred), 3 drops of half & half and an extra protective sleeve?
And will I be up all night now?
It's pretty fine coffee, especially with a shot each of sugar-free cinnamon dolce syrup and half & half.
And I think there's enough left in the pot for one more cup...