drip, drip? percolate? one cup at a time? which one need coffee, not slops
FATHER FEELS STARVED
At breakfast, Father would put down his coffee-cup in disgust and roar: “Slops! Damn it, slops! Does she call this confounded mess coffee? Isn’t there a damned soul in Westchester County who knows how to make coffee but me? I swear to God I can’t even imagine how she concocts such atrocities. I come down to this room hungry every morning, and she tries to fill me with slops! Take it away, I tell you!” he would bellow to the waitress. “Take this accursed mess away!” And while she and Delia were frantically hurrying to make a fresh pot, he would savagely devour his omelet and bacon, and declare that his breakfast was ruined.
From the movie, ‘Life with Father’
in Life with Father (1936) by Clarence Day
Kitchen counter can look like a mad scientist’s laboratory and all I want is a decent cup of coffee in the morning.
CONSISTENTLY!
The drip coffee is reliable but the brew can be a bitter and soulless cup of ‘slops’.
The percolator has the body and richness but some days it doesn’t work right and it produces ‘slops’.
The less said about the keurig the better. One cup of ‘slops’ at a time is still a cup of ‘slops’.
Not saying I don’t like the keurig during the day but for breakfast, but for that wake up cup of HOT coffee?
No Sir.
You CAN say it is not a vacuum pump thermos of coffee that has been set out some time ago.
COME ON.
All I want is a rich, smooth cup of coffee that I can count on every morning.
Come down stairs, put it together and plug it in.
Back upstairs to shower.
Downstairs eager, hopeful to not being filled with ‘slops’.
sweet or savory eat, drink, find satisfaction this, a gift of God
Inspired by:
Ecclesiastes 3:13 That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God. (NIV)
I admit to suspect editing as the verse itself points to satisfaction in all your toil not in the eat antd drink as I imply in the Haiku.
Chalk it up to creative license and inspiration versus quoting.
We are made in God’s image.
Therefore, God must have a nose.
We read in Deuteronomy, “There you will worship man-made gods of wood and stone, which cannot see or hear or eat or smell. (4:28)
Therefore, there must be smells in Heaven.
In Genesis, we read that Noah, built an altar to the Lord and, taking some of all the clean animals and clean birds, he sacrificed burnt offerings on it. The Lord smelled the pleasing aroma. (8:21-22)
If God smells the pleasing aroma from Earth, there must be pleasing aromas in Heaven.
voyage, discover not in seeking new landscapes but having new eyes
“A pair of wings, a different respiratory system, which enabled us to travel through space, would in no way help us, for if we visited Mars or Venus while keeping the same senses, they would clothe everything we could see in the same aspect as the things of the Earth. The only true voyage, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each of them is; and this we do, with great artists; with artists like these we do really fly from star to star.”
From the ‘La Prisonnière’, the fifth volume of ‘Remembrance of Things Past‘ (also known as) ‘In Search of Lost Time’ by Marcel Proust.
Had a weekend at the oceanfront.
With every tidal sequence, every wave, the beach is swept clean and a clean slate, a new landscape, never seen before, never seen again is presented to me.
Change, opportunity, without boundaries.
On the day we returned, we learned of a new child on the way and that a dear friend was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer.
Circle of life indeed.
Each day, endless change, new landscapes, new discoveries, within a tight circle of limits unknown and unrevealed.
No mutual exclusion zone.
A reminder that a person with limited time, emotional capacity and cultural bandwidth, could more effectively set their schedule, but how?
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