Good day, evening, and other appropriate rotation.
I've been wondering why I haven't been making coffee in the morning the past few weeks. I usually brew up 30-60oz each morning, but I haven't been
recently. I haven't bean recently, you could say.
A bit mysterious, as I got a bag of excellent Tanzanian from a local roaster 5 or 6 days ago, and it's been on my counter untouched. Instead, I've
either skipped coffee, had tea, or journeyed to 7/11 for my morning wake-up.
I couldn't figure it out, until I finally made some coffee this morning. My normal habit is to make coffee quite slowly -- I use a hand-poured Chemex
pot; it takes a while. The usual cadence is: wipe sleep from eyes, take kettle downstairs to the still to get water, while water is boiling rinse pot,
thermos, and new paper filter, grind beans, pour a little water and allow the coffee to "bloom", then gradually pour splashes of water every minute or
so until it's brewed. Not exactly labor intensive, but complex and a bit time consuming.
So while this is going on, I usually clean the kitchen up. Empty dishwasher, clear counters and sink, wipe down surfaces, take out trash perhaps --
you get the idea. All paced by adding additional little splashes of water to the brew. Sort of feels more like I'm earning my coffee that way.
Anyway, my kitchen's been a bit messy lately. Not nasty stale food messy, but sloppier than I'm comfortable with, because I haven't been following my
habitual coffee-making routine, mostly.
So I realized this morning that the reason I haven't been drinking as much coffee is that some part of me feels that a messy kitchen is a more proper
state right now. I know that's weird, but it's almost like I feel there's undone chaos in life that has been with me, and I (subconsciously perhaps)
want that to be reflected in my surroundings. So, I've been keeping my kitchen messy.
Anyway, here's some fresh brew for all you of the Shed, and kith and kin, to enjoy this beautiful day.
And to Night Star, here is a Hummingbird Orchid.