Yesterday morning was the first day in turning Corwin in to a useful, productive member of the family. I took him downstairs in the morning to learn the mysteries of … making coffee. Oh yes, the brown water of life.
We use a bean grinder, which is actually easier for Corwin. It’s preset to grind enough beans for a full pot so one need only press a single button to grind the correct amount. Corwin’s primary problem is that a full pot of water is almost too heavy for him to carry. He did like putting in the filter and the ground coffee. He did well but I don’t think he’s ready for unsupervised coffee making. This afternoon, however, he did spontaneously ask if anyone wanted some coffee (as it turns out, Mom had already made some). I predict that we’ll get two or three days of coffee out of him before he gets bored with it. He’ll just have to hope that’s enough to justify paying for his college education.