Snow days are a lot different from Hurricane days. I am used to inclement weather meaning dark and nasty and you better board up your window or else a tree or a cow might fly through it. It's kind of strange not being able to work because your town is now a pretty winter wonderland. Don't beat me, Massholes. The novelty just hasn't worn off. I'm sure after a few years, I'll be whistlin' a different tune. Although, after 26 years in Florida, I still look forward to Hurricane season.
|"What the prrr?!"|
Isn't it lovely? It's supposed to keep going for the rest of the day.
Which brings me to...
Coffee. As many of you know, one of the many perks of Sanne's job is that we have 1 1/2 drawers stocked-full of coffee and tea. I am usually a coffee drinker only when I live with someone who is a coffee drinker (While I was home for the holidays, I had maybe two cups. In Boston, I have it every morning). She first introduced me to the french press. It took me a while to get used to it. The texture and consistency is a little different from a traditional coffee maker, but I have come to really enjoy it. It's also one less plug-in appliance, with is a plus for purists like us. Sanne also has a pioneer-woman-style iron and wood coffee bean grinder, "which is... prettycool" (that was an SNL Miley Cyrus reference).
|to french press, or not to french press?|