Denny got me a coffee grinder and some nice beans for Christmas.  I used to always grind my own beans, but then my old grinder broke, and what with the kid and everything it just got easier to grind them at the store and plop the grounds into the coffee maker in the morning.

I figured that Miles is old enough now that he can handle the 30 second delay in his morning routine for me to grind some coffee, so I decided to do that this morning.  Also, my pre-ground coffee was all gone.

I probably should have anticipated it, given his response to the horns at the basketball game last weekend, but he hates the sound of the coffee grinder.  We’re talking screaming, crying, face bright red, sheer terror.  I aborted the mission halfway throw and now have a grinder full of half-ground beans.  And I like a fine grind.

I searched the cabinets and found a little packet of Southern Comfort flavored grounds.  I brewed a pot.  It is not so good.  Coffee with actual Southern Comfort in it might be good, but it is Monday morning, not the best time for spiked coffee.  Artificially flavored Southern Comfort extract is not fantastic.

And yet, I’m drinking it.  As I mentioned, it’s Monday morning, and Miles had a very rough night.  What am I going to do, not have coffee?  I am certainly in no state to operate a motor vehicle to go get more coffee.

I think when Denny gets home I’ll have him insulate Miles in some other room and I’ll grind a few days’ worth.