Cawfee Tawk and Hold My Breweries
Dec. 4th, 2024 09:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogSome funny things happened on the way to Rochester and back yesterday. Just not there.
We've had a few fun moments involving the making of caffeinated substances. Despite the omnipresence of K-cups in offices and now even the Wegmans coffee bar, we've stuck with an oldschool Mellita drip carafe, recently purchased to replace a kludged combo of the original filler cone, a gift from my college roommates filler (melted) and a slightly newer Mr. Coffee receiving pot (smashed). It's more environmentally friendly than those little unrecyclable K-packages,and having to make it this way limits our intake a little in the mornings. We've recently changed the routine so that I fill the electric kettle to the 10 small-cup level and throw five scoops in the filler cone before turning in. Eleanor usually is up before me to put the kettle on and fill the carafe once it's boiled.
One recent morning, though, I got to it sooner, or possibly added a coupla cuppas to it to brew later in the morning, and the following exchange ensued:
Eleanor: "I thought you made more coffee. There's none in the pot."
Me: "Huh? It was up to four cups just now."
Her: "Oh.... I was looking from the wrong angle."
This post has been brought to you by Schrödinger's Coffee. For when Folger's is AND isn't enough.
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Moving on to other hot brewed substances:
This series of exchanges about how to make tea went viral, more so when it inspired a riff based on two of Shakespeare's most resilient silly characters. There are multiple screens in the meme, so they're behind a cut. Clicking it is worth it, though:
-CURTAIN-
One of my UK friends saw that exchange and speculated that the foursome must be from the US because nobody here has an electric kettle. I immediately offered proof to the contrary:
We bought the original version of that electric kettle when we got down to one working burner on the original late-50s stove until we finally replaced it with a 21st century cooktop. We liked putting the kettle on this way so we still do.
And yes, that's Eleanor's SMTWTFS medicine holder. Get off my counter.
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From brews we drink, onto breweries where we don't drink what they make.
Yesterday promised to be a long day, but on purpose and for a good purpose. A friend of mine, who I met at a standup show in Rochester a few weeks back hosted by two other friends, was headlining her own standup gig at a new-to-me venue not far from the church we were married in. Once I clicked "interested" on its Facebook Event page, I started getting updates, including one in the early afternoon strongly suggesting an advance ticket purchase because of its increasing popularity. I dropped my online order for ten bucks, finished my work afternoon there, and even had time for a 4 p.m. workout at my gym's location there- only to get another notification at the end of the class that the event had been canceled.
I met up with Lisa, one of the friends who'd introduced me to this comic, and we thought about heading over to the brewery anyway if they had their usual evening menu. Nope: they called off the show, not due to weather or illness but because of too-low advance ticket sales, plus they decided to close the kitchen. So what to do when a Rochester brewery comedy show gets called off at the last minute? Head home early and stop at a standup comedy show where Lisa's husband Scott was onstage doing a schtick at a Buffalo brewery?
Nice place, even if I had no intention of drinking the homebrewed product and they didn't have any NA beer at their bar. It might have been a Rite Aid or some other retail in a previous life, but the crowd was decent for a Tuesday night (several other friends had events not far from it that night) and their kitchen was open for at least a nice range of sammich and panini options. I wound up sitting next to a guy who, after the comics left, headed up for his own time onstage-
He turned out to be a local musician named Michael DeLano, who I became Facebook friends with after hearing him on a podcast run by the longtime onetime Buffalo News pop music critic Jeff Miers. He's also friends with at least a half dozen poetry and/or music friends of ours from around here, as are the couple who premiered this Tuesday night open mic last night and will be running it again in future weeks. I quickly connected with them, as well, and look forward to heading back, since it's not only a talented lineup, it starts well before our Old People bedtime.
The only downer of the entire day and evening was going in to the event listening to the Sabres taking a shocking 4-0 lead on Colorado, one of the best teams in the NHL, and even holding three of those goals in front of the Avalanche when the second period ended on my way home. Unfortunately, the young Buffalo team would be outplayed and outpsyched by the more experienced team, and they wound up blowing the four-goal lead to lose 5-4. It felt like the worst home loss in team history, and objectively it was in terms of snatching defeat from such big jaws of victory. It's still early and they may recover from this as they tried to do a few times last year after shitty home-ice showings, but last year, like the 12 before it, all ended with the Sabres looking at the playoff standings from the outside, and few expect that will turn around this year.
Oh well. If they can't hoist the Cup, they can maybe hold my beer, because I'm not drinking any of it:P
We've had a few fun moments involving the making of caffeinated substances. Despite the omnipresence of K-cups in offices and now even the Wegmans coffee bar, we've stuck with an oldschool Mellita drip carafe, recently purchased to replace a kludged combo of the original filler cone, a gift from my college roommates filler (melted) and a slightly newer Mr. Coffee receiving pot (smashed). It's more environmentally friendly than those little unrecyclable K-packages,and having to make it this way limits our intake a little in the mornings. We've recently changed the routine so that I fill the electric kettle to the 10 small-cup level and throw five scoops in the filler cone before turning in. Eleanor usually is up before me to put the kettle on and fill the carafe once it's boiled.
One recent morning, though, I got to it sooner, or possibly added a coupla cuppas to it to brew later in the morning, and the following exchange ensued:
Eleanor: "I thought you made more coffee. There's none in the pot."
Me: "Huh? It was up to four cups just now."
Her: "Oh.... I was looking from the wrong angle."
This post has been brought to you by Schrödinger's Coffee. For when Folger's is AND isn't enough.
----
Moving on to other hot brewed substances:
This series of exchanges about how to make tea went viral, more so when it inspired a riff based on two of Shakespeare's most resilient silly characters. There are multiple screens in the meme, so they're behind a cut. Clicking it is worth it, though:
-CURTAIN-
One of my UK friends saw that exchange and speculated that the foursome must be from the US because nobody here has an electric kettle. I immediately offered proof to the contrary:
We bought the original version of that electric kettle when we got down to one working burner on the original late-50s stove until we finally replaced it with a 21st century cooktop. We liked putting the kettle on this way so we still do.
And yes, that's Eleanor's SMTWTFS medicine holder. Get off my counter.
----
From brews we drink, onto breweries where we don't drink what they make.
Yesterday promised to be a long day, but on purpose and for a good purpose. A friend of mine, who I met at a standup show in Rochester a few weeks back hosted by two other friends, was headlining her own standup gig at a new-to-me venue not far from the church we were married in. Once I clicked "interested" on its Facebook Event page, I started getting updates, including one in the early afternoon strongly suggesting an advance ticket purchase because of its increasing popularity. I dropped my online order for ten bucks, finished my work afternoon there, and even had time for a 4 p.m. workout at my gym's location there- only to get another notification at the end of the class that the event had been canceled.
I met up with Lisa, one of the friends who'd introduced me to this comic, and we thought about heading over to the brewery anyway if they had their usual evening menu. Nope: they called off the show, not due to weather or illness but because of too-low advance ticket sales, plus they decided to close the kitchen. So what to do when a Rochester brewery comedy show gets called off at the last minute? Head home early and stop at a standup comedy show where Lisa's husband Scott was onstage doing a schtick at a Buffalo brewery?
Nice place, even if I had no intention of drinking the homebrewed product and they didn't have any NA beer at their bar. It might have been a Rite Aid or some other retail in a previous life, but the crowd was decent for a Tuesday night (several other friends had events not far from it that night) and their kitchen was open for at least a nice range of sammich and panini options. I wound up sitting next to a guy who, after the comics left, headed up for his own time onstage-
He turned out to be a local musician named Michael DeLano, who I became Facebook friends with after hearing him on a podcast run by the longtime onetime Buffalo News pop music critic Jeff Miers. He's also friends with at least a half dozen poetry and/or music friends of ours from around here, as are the couple who premiered this Tuesday night open mic last night and will be running it again in future weeks. I quickly connected with them, as well, and look forward to heading back, since it's not only a talented lineup, it starts well before our Old People bedtime.
The only downer of the entire day and evening was going in to the event listening to the Sabres taking a shocking 4-0 lead on Colorado, one of the best teams in the NHL, and even holding three of those goals in front of the Avalanche when the second period ended on my way home. Unfortunately, the young Buffalo team would be outplayed and outpsyched by the more experienced team, and they wound up blowing the four-goal lead to lose 5-4. It felt like the worst home loss in team history, and objectively it was in terms of snatching defeat from such big jaws of victory. It's still early and they may recover from this as they tried to do a few times last year after shitty home-ice showings, but last year, like the 12 before it, all ended with the Sabres looking at the playoff standings from the outside, and few expect that will turn around this year.
Oh well. If they can't hoist the Cup, they can maybe hold my beer, because I'm not drinking any of it:P