coffee story

Well adventures in coffee at the in-laws continues. 

There's always been a good story. Like years ago my FIL making 12 cup pots with [light roasted] beans for 6 cups of water. 

Early this fall there was rumor of the demise of FILs pride and joy coffee maker. A Cuisinart grind and brew 12 cup thing

It's nice, and has the stainless thermal carafe. 

But pouring from the carafe is insanely poorly designed from the getting the last drop out pov.

Like you need to turn it completely upside-down.

Not a big deal when it's empty get the last drops of coffee out.

Filling the reservoir? 

Yeah that oof

In the past it would get clogged when a little water got in the hopper, mixed w/ the freshly ground coffee & turn to cement in the chute.

Well in process of recovering from this issue this fall the lock thing broke.

Then I got a tiny bit of water in it filling it for the second pot this morning.

When that second pot finished grinding I could hear the burr blocking the chute. 

Time for more coffee. FIL is engrossed in a Hallmark movie, he's got a temper and frustrates easier, needed to get this done without him knowing. 

I needed to figure this out myself. 

30 tense, dirty, minutes later

Paper towels, tooth picks, and an amazing amount of black cement like sludge later, I had another pot of coffee ready to start.

And Christmas Eve miracle: I managed to get it done without FIL realizing it.

Fun times. 

Now go listen to Fairytale of New York and then no doubt's version of Oi to the world

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