The Kid Sleeps

While the rest of the troop curls up in their tents, our intrepid Senior Patrol Leader throws down a ground cloth, a pad, and his sleeping bag alongside his backpack, curls up, and snores contentedly. Behind him is his camp chair, to which he has tied his crutches, upon which he has neatly hung his field uniform (“Class-As”), water bottle in reach.

He’s come a very long way since our first campout together 9-1/2 years ago. Now he wants to take me backpacking along the Pacific Crest Trail.  He has gone from video game couch-potato to an intrepid outdoorsman, and I give all the credit to the Boy Scouts of America and the encouragement of his teachers at school.

A little note to my friends in China and elsewhere who disparage the value of extra-academic endeavors beyond those that will polish college applications: when we slash everything out of our children’s lives but academics, we not only shortchange our offspring: we shortchange society, our nations, and the world at large.

Never in our history has it been more important to raise resilient children.

Start now.

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Plated Contrast

For your consideration, courtesy of Brent’s Deli in Westlake Village:

Above, my breakfast: egg whites, spinach, jalapenos, mushrooms, and chicken breast omelet with tomatoes on the side. No potatoes, no bread.

Below, my son’s breakfast: two California omelets, two orders of hash browns, and two bagels inbound.

The young and athletic are truly different from you and me.

The Encomplication of the K-Cup

The intrepid entrepreneurs of Green Mountain invented – and continue to perfect – the Keurig coffee maker with the idea that simplifying the process of making coffee is a service to mankind.

That they have simplified the process is indisputable. That they make it possible for a household to enjoy many types of coffee and hot drinks with a much-lessened fear of wastage is certain. But they cannot put an end to the perverse delight we humans seem to take in complicating simple processes, or our conceit that in doing so we somehow make it better.

To my great embarrassment, I must add myself to the list of those thus conceited.

My wife prefers her coffee from our Keurig*. Now, let go on the record and say that while the two of us used to pride ourselves on being fairly low-maintenance, as we enjoy the aging process we find ourselves becoming rather more obsessive-compulsive and rather less easygoing about things in our lives.

My wife has developed some rather exacting standards about her coffee.

On the mornings when I am home, I make her coffee, and in order to ensure her complete satisfaction I have developed the following process.

  1. Start by turning on the machine and letting it pre-heat. The machine must be ready when steps 2-6 are completed, or it screws up the entire process.
  2. Pick cup. This sounds prosaic: I assure you it is not. I need a cup that is totally clean, that is large enough to fit 16 ounces of fluid, and has enough capacity to keep from spilling over the edge during step 10. And it must be one of “her” cups. There are about six of these, and sometimes she’ll use two in a day, one for coffee and one for tea. You can see how a busy week may find me staring at a cupboard with no options.
  3. Rinse cup. Yes, the cup is clean, but what I do is run hot water over the cup for about 15 seconds so that the cup does not act to chill the coffee.
  4. Dry cup. Extra moisture on the inside dilutes the coffee, and on the outside makes it harder to hold. These are big mugs, and she has small hands.
  5. Add four ounces of milk or, on special occasions, half-and-half. Four ounces is just the right amount for the cup size and to give her the balance of milk and coffee that she needs.
  6. Microwave milk for 38 seconds. This ensures that the milk is at about the same temperature as the coffee coming out of the machine, so the coffee does not cool.
  7. Insert pod into machine, close. I put the pod in first in case grounds are dislodged in the process and fall out of the spout. Nothing worse than floating rogue coffee grounds – they look disturbingly like formerly-living contaminants.
  8. Set cup onto machine and brew 8 oz coffee. Again, to get the right mix and to leave me enough room for the next step, I stop at 8 ounces. Could she drink more? Sure. But by the time she gets to the bottom of 12 ounces of brew, the concoction has cooled and she doesn’t drink it.
  9. Whip coffee at three separate settings for 30 seconds total. This gets a real froth going and ensures that the coffee and the milk have thoroughly mixed.
  10. Microwave brew for 28 seconds. She likes her coffee hotter than it comes out of the Keurig machine, and the mixture has lost some heat in the whipping process. For some reason this also gives off some more froth, so all to the good.
  11. Serve hot. I’ve got about a minute before the coffee starts cooling noticeably, so I time the whole process in order to serve the coffee directly from the above step when she is ready to drink, i.e., when she is done fixing our son’s breakfast and sitting at the table, or when she is at her desk watching the markets.

If one step is missed, I can assure you that she will notice, and while my wife without her morning coffee is a trial for the both of us, my wife served her morning coffee with any of the above steps skipped is a sight from a Wes Craven film.

So my hat is off to the inventors of the Keurig machine: they have rendered a genuine service to legions of the time-limited caffeine addicted who wanted something better than instant coffee in their own homes. For me, sadly, their best intentions have set me on quest for the perfect in-home morning cup, and I think we all know where that leads.

 

 

 

*NB – so did I when we first got it. Lest you think that she is the only one in this household with obsessive-compulsive tendencies, I have of late, and wherefore I know not, also become OCD about my morning joe. For me, it had best be fresh ground coffee out of a press, a habit that I carry on even when camping or traveling. But that’s another story of obsessive compulsion that I will save for later.