An interesting time at Starbucks this morning.
It’s been complete chaos last few mornings at the drive-thru
location. Lines have been long, backed up into the street to where us customers
began queuing up in the lot next door, waiting turns to get into the drive
through lane, or looking for parking on the lot to walk-in.
When I’ve been lucky enough to find a parking spot, inside was
just as bad as outside with long lines.
So deciding this morning to once again give making my own coffee
a try, I drove 2 miles to the drive-thru intending to purchase a pound of beans.
It was nuts! Couldn’t get into the line, couldn’t queue up,
couldn’t find parking on the lot, so backtracked and drove two miles back to
the complex, past the complex, 2 miles to the walk-in location, where I can
always find parking on the lot.
Once inside, I chose a pound of ground Christmas Blend, walked to the
counter and asked the barista, “Will this work in a percolator?”
“What’s a percolator?” said she.
My mouth flew open in surprise and, for a second, I was
dumbstruck, my thought being … Oh my God,
I’ve become a dinosaur, while everyone
behind the counter began laughing, as did customers in line behind me.
Once recovered, I prefaced my explanation to the barista as to
what’s a percolator with, “Well, in the olden days, we used …” but, before I
could finish, the customer in line behind me stopped laughing and interjected, “You’ll need a french
press for that.”
“I tried a french press a few years back, didn’t like it”, said
“Yes, I didn’t have much success either, but if you use a
percolator, the grinds will fall right through.”
That explains why, when I
tried making my own coffee in the percolator four years back, it didn’t work out
because there were grinds in it. That also probably explains that, when I
bought a high-end coffee maker, there were grinds in it too, so I returned it, gave up trying to do it myself, and began hitting Starbucks every single day.
“You’ll need a thicker grind,” she directed towards me. “Give
her a Turkish”, she directed towards the barista.
“OMG, I’m so glad you’re here”, said I to the helpful customer.
“I use to work here, that’s how I know.”
So, still not knowing the answer to her question, what’s a
percolator, the barista set the grinder to Turkish and I walked out with a 1
pound bag AND a prepared cup for the day, with plans to start making my own
coffee tomorrow morning in my years and years and years and years old
percolator which, judging from the barista’s reaction, is now not only extinct
but completely foreign as to ever having existed in the awareness of this young generation.
Only thing I'm worried about is, I thought the beans were already ground, so did grinding them yet again to turkish make them even finer or coarser? Guess I'll find out tomorrow morning.
On tap for the day is more de-cluttering. This time, it’s going
through the bedroom closet ... getting rid of shoes and clothing I haven’t worn in
a long time and don’t see a future need for.