How would you feel, when after a loooooong,
extremely dramatic week, you finally have a Friday (which was quite eventful too: Exams, work, friends getting lost in the middle of the city, you know, that kinda stuff) , and as you wake up from
your 3 hour slumber, you have your whole evening planned out, which includes
blog-updating, full-blast music, one tree hill, NO studying, NO parents.... AND
you can’t find that one thing which is the reason you’re still alive:
COFFFEEEEEE.
My maid generally makes me coffee. She’s not here.
Mum’s out with friends. Dad working. HOW DO I GET OVER MY
POST-SLEEP-ZOMBIE-MODE if I don’t have the most wonderful thing in this world:
Coffee?
No, we’re not short of coffee powder. I just don’t know how to make coffee. And yes, I know how hypocritical I sound.
Yes yes. Bring it on. I own a food blog, I’m 14 years old, and yet I can’t turn on the gas, much less make coffee. Blame my parents. -_- (But I do know how to make different types of salads. With mayo. Lots of mayo.)
Yes, I’m addicted to milk coffee. And I know, that’s not a very good thing. But I NEED it after I wake up. It gives me strength. (:P)
But, seriously. I’m badly addicted to it. I need it atleast twice a day. Or my head doesn't work. Granted it has made me do some crazy things, but still, I need it. And I know I’m not the only one.
I can easily buy a coffee machine. My family has been discussing it for months.
You know how it is. We still haven’t the reached the part where we actually go
out and check out those stuff.
Anyway, after I drive all my friends crazy on whatsapp, complaining about how I won’t survive without coffee, two of them (Ilina and Ranjabati) try, yes, ‘TRY’ to direct me on how to make coffee using the Microwave. They did a good job.
No, we’re not short of coffee powder. I just don’t know how to make coffee. And yes, I know how hypocritical I sound.
Yes yes. Bring it on. I own a food blog, I’m 14 years old, and yet I can’t turn on the gas, much less make coffee. Blame my parents. -_- (But I do know how to make different types of salads. With mayo. Lots of mayo.)
Yes, I’m addicted to milk coffee. And I know, that’s not a very good thing. But I NEED it after I wake up. It gives me strength. (:P)
But, seriously. I’m badly addicted to it. I need it atleast twice a day. Or my head doesn't work. Granted it has made me do some crazy things, but still, I need it. And I know I’m not the only one.
Anyway, after I drive all my friends crazy on whatsapp, complaining about how I won’t survive without coffee, two of them (Ilina and Ranjabati) try, yes, ‘TRY’ to direct me on how to make coffee using the Microwave. They did a good job.
One problem: I couldn’t find the coffee powder.
So basically,after I bring down the entire house looking for coffee powder, and am unsuccessful at it, I call up my dad to help me with the search for it. Mum couldn’t respond to her calls because she was in some concert.
After half an hour, just when the wonderful sound of the doorbell reaches my ears, signing the arrival of my knows-where-the-coffee-is-dad, I get a call from mom who tells me where it is. Eh, sorry dad. I love you too.
Anyway, Dad being dad, decided to take matter into his hands and make coffee for both of us. Happy ending, right? Not really.
So basically,after I bring down the entire house looking for coffee powder, and am unsuccessful at it, I call up my dad to help me with the search for it. Mum couldn’t respond to her calls because she was in some concert.
After half an hour, just when the wonderful sound of the doorbell reaches my ears, signing the arrival of my knows-where-the-coffee-is-dad, I get a call from mom who tells me where it is. Eh, sorry dad. I love you too.
Anyway, Dad being dad, decided to take matter into his hands and make coffee for both of us. Happy ending, right? Not really.
He forgot to put a cover on the milk while heating
it in the microwave. Yeah... not a pretty sight. Milk spilled over the entire
microwave, broken cup.. You get the drift.
He obviously still didn’t give up and yes, after one and half hour after my usual coffee time, I did have coffee.
But I learnt a very, very valuable lesson: Always put a cover on the food while heating it in the micro with that white plastic bowl thing. (I have earlier experiences, trust me, it involves raw mac and cheese and three broken bowls.. No wonder my parents don’t let me cook) Here’s the picture of the cover thing:
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