Moka pot and arrogant induction stoves
As I am sitting here typing away at the keys on my laptop the warmth of the coffee flows through the body and I go from too cold to too warm as the perspiration emerges on my forehead. The night has left me wanting for more sleep, but as the day emerged the inappropriateness of staying in bed forced me out. The coffee will hopefully replace the lost hours of sleep and not only overheat my rundown body.
The task for today is simple: survive. This illness has been going on for way too long and left me with a number of canceled events only overshadowed by the shear number of things I should have done in the countless idle hours of laying restless in bed.
How many todo’s does it take to fill a head? And will they trickle over one by one or burst and spill-out entirely?
It is as if life follows the season. It could be sunny, warm and projecting optimism for spring-flowers to finally break out of their winter hiatus. Instead we have cold, wet and gray.
My insomnia left me with a strange want and solution for using my moka pot coffee brewer. It has been sitting on top of the fridge for years as my new fancy stove is too arrogant to recognize the aluminum from the moka pot as being anything worthy of heat. But this night, years after using it and in no way actively looking for it - especially not in the middle of the night - a solution came to me. Just put the moka pot inside a pan that the stove finds living up to its privileged heating-standards and voilà - it should work again.
The irony is that not only did the moka pot keep me up at night thinking about it, now it will also keep me from taking a lunch nap as the thick oily caffeine-infused substance slowly makes it way down my throat. The taste is slightly burnt, a hard problem to solve with this method of brewing, but with a bit of milk added it works rather well and acts as just the right addition over my normal Moccamaster brew.