Improvisions

I like coffee. (I know; who doesn't, right?) Iced coffee, actually. And I'm a fan of Dunkins' like just about everybody else, but I don't mind brewing it at home, and I usually do. I make a gallon ahead of time, refrigerate it, and make myself a tall cup every morning. I make more as I need to, usually twice a week.

Last week, I made some and when I went to put the carafe away, it slipped out of my hands, crashed to the floor, and broke into pieces. I didn't think about it again until I ran out of coffee, which was yesterday, which required me to make a stop at Dunkins this morning. But Jeffrey was happy, because it meant he got a donut.

So before I left work today, I took a spare carafe to use to make my coffee. But it was too big.

So I came up with another solution.

But I lost half of what was brewed trying to pour it from the pan into the storage container.

So I found a better solution, except it only could hold 1/4 of what I needed, and that just wastes coffee filters.

Look! No hands!


I'm probably good until the weekend. Then I suppose I will need to go and splurge on the $10 it will cost for the replacement carafe. For a mere $2 more, I'll bet I can get me a brand new coffee maker. Really, why am I making these ridiculous improvisions?