Making coffee is not a difficult task –people it do every
single day – but it is a task neither of us had mastered. Once, when I needed coffee
for a recipe, I actually went to 7-11 and bought a cup. Turk has done the same
(but at Starbucks, because she’s fancier). And so it was that we decided to make coffee for
our first BLK adventure. We like setting the bar low for ourselves.
One of the rules of Brave Little Kitchen is that no one is allowed to make fun of anyone’s kitchen fears, no matter how silly. So we were a little disheartened when we were mocked – mocked! – for being afraid to make coffee. I had only made it once before; my mom had come over to help out when my son, Jackson, was a few weeks old. She wanted some coffee, so in my baby-induced haze, she walked me through it step by step so that she could have a fresh pot. I totally forgot what she told me, though – I blame extreme maternal exhaustion. Turk’s father also walked her through making a pot once when he was visiting, but she forgot what he taught her as well. I’m not sure what her excuse is. [My excuse is that I never needed to know how to make coffee. That’s why coffee shops exist! - Turk]