We drink a lot of coffee on the boat. This summer we went through 10-12 of the 4lb bags from Costco. Suffice to say, khaki isn’t just a fabric; it’s the color of all our teeth. (If you’re interested, we buy the San Francisco Bay brand French Roast by the pallet)
A couple full pots are made in the morning and then more are made throughout the day especially in the afternoon when everyone gets tired. Basically the coffeepot works 10x harder than I do.
This year we finally bought a new coffeemaker from Costco before we left for Alaska. Our last one didn’t have a top on the water reservoir so I would tape paper towels over it until they got too soggy from the steam. And the coffee grinder is held together by marine glue. You don’t have to be from the ghetto to be ghetto, remember that.
It was only about a year or two ago that I started drinking some serious coffee on the boat – the acidity used to not sit well on my stomach… but then I hit puberty and manned up. Plus, we started buying flavored creamers.
At first my dad objected to wasting money on creamer (he’s super cheap, remember) but once he and everyone else realized that I’d be much less of a monster if I had caffeine, we started buying creamer like we were on Extreme Couponing.
Everyone has their own coffee mug on the boat and it’s punishable by death to use someone else’s. All the mugs have to hang facing the same way to the left or else the boat will tip over and sink. Or at least that’s what I got out of it when my dad told me, Fix the cups now!
I don’t know where my mug came from; it’s really dumb and ugly. I probably got it because no one else wanted it, but at least it’s clean… my brother Matti went all summer without washing his. The man sets a goal and sticks to it. Persistent if nothing else.