Then this morning I went through my usual ritual of preparing my morning pot of Joe and sat down on my sofa and waited. After a few minutes I investigated why I hadn’t heard any noise coming from my beloved Brewmaster. While the clock was functioning and other lights on the machine were on, the power light was not, OH THE HORROR!!!! I tried the switch but there was no change, this was a catastrophe of first world problem proportions.
In my shock and awe of the situation I did what anyone in this modern always connected world would do, I posted a new Facebook status update and pondered what to do next. I mourned the recent loss of my French Press which would’ve been a life saver and then thought what if I just boiled some water and poured it through the ground coffee?
Fresh water was added to my kettle and soon a blue flame was heating it to a boil, the lovely sound of whistle blowing from the kettle told me the next step was at hand. I slowly poured that water into the filter basket and soon that glorious brown liquid was filling the carafe. Once in the cup how ever the coffee didn’t have it’s normal splendid taste, no this coffee tasted like swill. My craving not satisfied and drank it anyway with my breakfast.
Later while on the phone explaining all this to a friend, I tried the machine once again… then the miracle happened. The power light came on! I switched it off and tried again, thinking perhaps I was hallucinating, but no it really did turn on. I quickly refilled the filter basket with some of Nabob’s finest ground coffee and brewed a new pot. All is well in the world again, and I am thankful. I pray that my little Brewmaster lasts another 20 years, unlike those of my friends and family who’ve had to replace theirs on a few occasions.