The bad news: the visitors' house had way better amenities. The visitors' house had a microwave. No microwave in our house. The visitors' house had a sink in the kitchen. We don't; we have to go outside to the back of the house to use the outdoor pila (stone trough for washing dishes and clothing). And, the visitors' house had an automatic coffee maker. Take a look at what we have instead.
Yeah, now I know I'm an idiot in the kitchen, but I definitely wasn't the only person who sort of looked at the black cone-shaped piece of plastic and thought, "What am I supposed to do with this?"
It sounds easy enough. Just pour a pot of boiling water through the filter with the coffee. Well, think again. You have to use one hand to hold the filter in place the entire time, or else you'll have hot water and soggy coffee grinds all over the kitchen. You also need to have the patience of a saint. In about 20 minutes, we had enough for maybe one small cup of coffee. Lastly, you need some seriously seasoned taste buds. The coffee is b-i-t-t-e-r. Even the strongest of our coffee drinkers had a tough time drinking it without making a semi-disgusted face.
Letizia and I still have the keys to the visitors' house.
That's it. We're stealing that coffee maker.
Making coffee sin coffee maker. Not for the faint of heart.
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