So, the other night we lost power. This is one reason we have a wood stove and luckily, it was fired up and blazing away. The heated concrete floor would cool off at a very, very slow pace – so no worries.
The stove-top is gas – so dinner was not a problem. I actually had some candles and more amazingly, I knew where they were – so we stuffed them into some empty cans and lit them up. Oh, the ambiance was terrific.
The outage went on and on. Hmmm. We broke out the lanterns and read books. It was all good. But, but, what about the morning’s coffee? Oh my – that could be serious. So, we thought about the French press coffee maker – had we seen it since the move? Cupboards opened and there it was! Most excellent. Now – how to grind the coffee beans?
Well, break out not one, but two, mortar and pestles. Yes indeed. One dates back to a garage sale in Bellingham in the early 80’s. The other is a new addition from an Island thrift store. And so, we ground the beans by candlelight on our fabulous concrete countertop.
Life is good.