Bethanne Busenitz

Back in the old days when I was a stupid college freshman, and knew hardly anything, I made up mind that coffee would not be part of my daily routine. I managed to stick to my resolution all through that freshman year, with a few exceptions, and consequently fell asleep in class far too many times. Being all the wiser as a upperclassman this year, I faithfully drink a cup of coffee every morning. Very quickly there after I brush my teeth and rinse with mouthwash three times because I cannot stand to have coffee breath. But I digress.

Back in the old days when I was a stupid college freshman, and knew hardly anything, I made up mind that coffee would not be part of my daily routine. I managed to stick to my resolution all through that freshman year, with a few exceptions, and consequently fell asleep in class far too many times. Being all the wiser as a upperclassman this year, I faithfully drink a cup of coffee every morning. Very quickly there after I brush my teeth and rinse with mouthwash three times because I cannot stand to have coffee breath. But I digress.

One morning I walked into the dinning hall, half asleep as usual, and to my horror the coffee pot was empty. I decided right than and there to be the hero of the day and make coffee. That was my first mistake. The second was I reused the coffee grounds from the previous pot and hence made brown flavored water. Nobody was very happy with my mistake and its a miracle I am here to recount this story. I vowed never to make a pot of coffee again.

However, I never told anybody my vow, so nobody knew the morning I broke my vow. However, the entire student body found out about my second pot of coffee. This time I made sure to get fresh coffee and follow the directions to the letter of the law.

The directions said to put in five scoops, so I obediently measured out five scoops. It really seemed like an awful lot of coffee. The measuring cup was a 2/3 scoop after all. However the directions said 5 scoops, and everyone was always complaining about how weak the coffee was, so I was determined not to disappoint anybody and make a extra special pot. You might wonder why I didn't ask somebody about how to make the coffee, but you must remember this was before coffee and I'm really not all that awake in the morning.

Well the coffee brewed resulting in darkest black triple times triple espresso. The homiletic students promised to use the story as illustration in their sermons. I decided to never touch the coffee pot again, not even with a ten foot poll.

By the way the coffee was perfect — mixed with half water and milk.