I work on Easter. I have the past couple of years, in fact. Holiday pay is wonderful, someone always leaves cupcakes in the break room (This year they were decorated beautifully! Should have taken a picture on my cell phone.), and I don't have to see my cousins that drive me batshit insane. The customers I deal with on days like Easter are usually in a good mood. I joked that they were all either Asian or atheists. They were pleasant, whatever they actually were. They were also few and far between; I know my company was not profiting with the full staff it was paying. I got a lot of administrative junk done.
However, my grandma got crafty this year and decided to have Easter on Saturday night. I got my family dinner, and holiday pay, too. I suppose this is a good thing. My youngest, most irritating cousin declared that I was a mean-hearted person when I suggested she eat herself and "do us all a favor." She's twelve, so she actually understands the mean things I say to her now. Oh well, I only see her three times a year and that is plenty.
This morning, while putzing around and pretending I don't have to go to work later, I decided that I needed to try out my new French press. Yes, I am a freak who buys everything from amazon.com. This also includes many of my video games; Guitar Hero 2 for the Xbox 360 is on its way. (Would it be wrong to knit a guitar strap for my little guitar controller?)
No, really, the reason I love Amazon is for things like the customer reviews, used copies of books, and my sweet amazon credit card that sometimes sends me gift cards.
I had been continually reading that French press coffee is greater than drip coffee. I'm sort of a skeptic. But I had to try one, as it would complete my coffee paraphernalia collection.
This is momentous, isn't it? I mean, this could change the way I home-brew coffee forever!
There was lots of water heating up in a tea kettle behind me. I was listening to it, trying to figure out when that perfect moment was to take it off and pour it into the press with coarsely-ground coffee in it. You see, the water isn't supposed to be boiling, but damn close.
Then it has to sit there for four minutes. This is agony. I'm not sure if this coffee is going to turn out well or not.
Oh, what was I ever worried about? The stuff was delicious. The only improvement I can imagine is hotter water! Get that stuff closer to boiling...
I'm not sure yet if I'm a convert. At least I've given it a shot.
In knitting news, I'm on the sleeves of Eiffel and still am very unsure about the hemp yarn. This yarn is sort of a shot in the dark, really; I have no idea if this hemp is going to feel as lovely as it LOOKS on the original version on Knitty.