Barbara Moulton
10th November 2006, 09:15 PM (21:15)
Never in my entire life had I used the coffee grinding machines at the grocery store.
Oh, I knew they were there. Occasionally would walk past them while another adventurous woman was grinding beans. And I would think to myself,
"Someday I'll do that."
But some day never came.
Until this past Monday.
I had had a delicious cup of coffee of the "cinnamon" flavour and thought to myself that it would be nice to have some at home. So that night, when I did my shopping, I ventured up to the display of beans. Sure enough, there were cinnamon coffee beans.
I took a bag, filled it with beans, put the beans in the machine, set the grind, held the bag under the spout and turned it on.
And my fresh ground coffee came spurting out. I have really enjoyed it this week.
So...I have joined the ranks of the "every woman".
I faced the challenge of the bean grinder and emerged triumphant.
Oh, I knew they were there. Occasionally would walk past them while another adventurous woman was grinding beans. And I would think to myself,
"Someday I'll do that."
But some day never came.
Until this past Monday.
I had had a delicious cup of coffee of the "cinnamon" flavour and thought to myself that it would be nice to have some at home. So that night, when I did my shopping, I ventured up to the display of beans. Sure enough, there were cinnamon coffee beans.
I took a bag, filled it with beans, put the beans in the machine, set the grind, held the bag under the spout and turned it on.
And my fresh ground coffee came spurting out. I have really enjoyed it this week.
So...I have joined the ranks of the "every woman".
I faced the challenge of the bean grinder and emerged triumphant.