As might be expected at this time of life, I ran out of my first item today, amidst the corona isolation.
And it was, brace yourself, a truly NECESSARY item.
Obviously I am kidding (or am I?) being all first-world problem, but today was the first day I truly felt the inconvenience of being unable to jump in a car and run down to pick up something like a whole bag of beans, ripped out of my grasp.
So as I stood there, clearly without, I decided to raid the cupboard… surely I had some kind of coffee in there, right?
I mean I had the instant coffee stuff. And Hubbie made a mean instant coffee, not that he was there… but I knew what he did and what his process was, and I was willing to recreate it if I didn’t find anything in my search.
In fact it was like killing two birds with one stone. I’d been meaning to give the pantry a massive re-sort and tidy up, in the process checking use-by dates and chucking stuff that didn’t serve a purpose anymore.
I came across two bags. One was ground Macedonian coffee, use by…?
The next one was a Turkish coffee, you know, those rectangle-type packets that are hard like a brick? Yeah those ones. This was the Negrita brand, and when I turned it upside down I found…
Because I couldn’t see anything else in my vision, I immediately went to ask my right-hand woman what she thought.
Right-hand woman being Google.
“Can you use unopened ground coffee past the use-by date?”
The general consensus was it would be fine to drink… but it wasn’t worth it.
Because it would taste like shit.
Okay, so fine. It was going to be the instant coffee. I would be fine.
Sure I would be fine. It would taste great.
But then I went to the pantry, and something next to the big packet of sugar in the corner of the cupboard caught my eye…
Another foreign packet?
A coffee packet?
Ground coffee it WAS. Grinders. I sighed.
‘This one will have an expiry of 2019, surely.’
It would be another throw.
I turned it over unenthusiastically, looking for a date, and found –
‘Use by 12/2020.’
WHAT? That was later this year!
I actually jumped for joy! Baby girl walked in and found me clutching the packet of ground coffee like it was gold.
Oh this iso is doing crazy things to us.
So, I went old school.
I took my little pot out and added sugar, coffee, water, and then waited as it came to the boil.
There was something beautiful about the process. There was no automatic machine grinding the beans, with milk and caffeine coming out of stainless steel spouts at different intervals.
It was slow. Measured. It felt a bit like the stage of life we are in. Where we are forced to slow down, take it easy, and step back from the rush, the convenience, the instant-gratification of life that we have grown so used to.
I then sat down with my coffee, and my Anzac bikkie from yesterday’s baking…
And I slurped.
You know what the funny thing is? I did that turning over the coffee cup thing where the grounds run down the cup to the saucer so that you can ‘read’ your future…
I usually have several, if not 7 or 8 lines running out of my cup, they are considered ‘paths’…
Today, I had one main one.
That’s because now with corona, I ain’t going no where!
But soon, maybe soon, I will have a big path… that’s what my old school coffee told me anyway. 😉