Harley Chick sent me an email last week:
I can’t believe I just fell for this. Okay so I thought I would play along by using the pod a second time since the Kahlua pods were piling up. My thought was to open two pods and pour and fluff the grounds into the special container. Of course that meant grounds in the coffee. So I had to pour the coffee through a paper towel filter and clean up all the wayward grounds. T he coffee still tastes lousy.
I’ll back up a bit.
Harley Chick and I love our Keurig coffee makers. We talk about them a lot. We also love our grandchildren, fancy cowboy boots, quilting fabric and country western music. We love cookbooks. Road trips. Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. Chocolate. We love our husbands. Heated car seats. Our GPS systems.
But our Keurigs are special. They make COFFEE. Really good COFFEE. Several times a day. No muss, no fuss. Harley Chick loves flavored coffee and tends to hoard the seasonal pods, hiding them in the basement to be used on special occasions. This I understand, even though I operate under a “if you have it, use it” philosophy. But I do understand wanting to make sure the Pumpkin Spice lasts until next October.
Hot Rod Russ (aka Hot Rod Lincoln) has retired. Banjo Man told him about using the Keurig pods more than once. You know, to save the enormous amount of twenty-five cents or so. Last summer Banjo Man and his brother GL held competitions to see who could use a Keurig coffee pod the most times. They kept track on a paper plate next to the coffee maker. They drank coffee that looked like dishwater.
They were proud. Banjo Man still saves his coffee pods to use them three times before throwing them out. Sigh.
I gave up trying to explain that the idea was to drink really good coffee, without dropping coffee grounds on the floor (which I did a lot) or spilling water (which I did a lot) or having to wash coffee pots (which I did a lot). The Keurig was a quality-of-life purchase. Banjo Man doesn’t get it. Last fall he shared his pod-saving techniques with Hot Rod Russ.
Last week Hot Rod Russ explained to Banjo Man that he had adopted the new saving-money system with the coffee pods. Harley Chick and I fled the room while this discussion was going on. We admired each other’s new boots and talked about our grandchildren.
And then? This email: I can’t believe I just fell for this. Okay so I thought I would play along by using the pod a second time since the Kahlua pods were piling up. My thought was to open two pods and pour and fluff the grounds into the special container. Of course that meant grounds in the coffee. So I had to pour the coffee through a paper towel filter and clean up all the wayward grounds. The coffee still tastes lousy.
Do you see what Harley Chick went through???? She even photographed it to prove what a mess it was!!!!!
These are the kinds of things that happen when your husband is around the house all day. Being conned into weird ways to save money becomes a way of life and a reason to self-medicate.
(Banjo Man rips the paper towels in half. God forbid he should splurge and use a whole piece. In order to avoid paper towel halves littering my counter, I bought the rolls that are already perforated in half slices. So now Banjo Man rips those in half and I have what looks like toilet paper squares on the counter. I throw them out. I tell him I throw them out. He still rips them in half.)
I’m sorry, Harley Chick. Stick to your principles. Drink your pricey Kahlua coffee without guilt!!!! And keep Hot Rod Russ away from the paper towels.