We brought our left-over Costco coffee beans (please spare me any ‘And how heavy was your luggage?’ comments), but realized we had no way to grind them. So we settled for some pre-ground stuff that looked exotic and was the most expensive on the shelf thinking that would hold us over for Day 1. It was horrible.
That afternoon, we went shopping for an electric grinder. Not so fast. We asked…they looked at us cross-eyed. We even went to the gourmet shop downtown and they had a hokey hand grinder for €30 and a GORGEOUS top of the line Zaggenhaus for €110 (it would match my over-priced, but coveted, S&P grinders that I bought there last fall!) Yikes! But I don’t want to hand grind my coffee every morning. Our shopping for one would have to wait for a visit to a larger town.
So next morning, I’m thinking, this cute little Kaffee grinder attached to some wood on the wall looks like it could work. I fill it with my ‘secret’ mix of half Starbucks French Roast and half Kirkland Columbian Supremo and start grinding. I rotate the handle and it begins to produce the perfect grind for our drip coffee maker. I grind and I grind. I grind some more and the little glass cup that catches the grinds is half full (realizing that I’ll need about 3 of them full!). I continue to grind until I work up a sweat and my arm feels like falling off. Theo comes in and asks what I’m doing. I proclaim that I’m not sacrificing my morning ritual to the horrible crap we had yesterday from the store—I was going to ‘grind my own.’ He says, “You know, that’s my mother’s idea of an antique decoration.” I convince him to attach his arm to the damned thing and start grinding. Finally, we (the Loevenich and Loevenich grinding team) come up with enough coffee for a pot. And it was delicious.
So this morning, I know that I have the ever-faithful ‘wall mount’ if everything else fails. But yesterday Theo had mentioned that maybe we could select a different grinder from the antique collection on top of the cupboards. So I select this one with a grinder on the top. Theo had mentioned that he remembered his grandfather sitting with this thing between his legs, grinding like a mad man! And so I’m in the kitchen at 4:30 in the morning (jet lag, you know), with the beast between my legs, filled with my favorite mix of beans, grinding away. Again, it was delicious.
Today we were able to hunt down a grinder, in between used car lots (the story of our hunt for the perfect vehicle is a whole story on it’s own!) We found one electric grinder. I liked it. We bought it. It was expensive, but it should last us a while. And it has controls that produce grinds from espresso to drip to press. You’ll find that I LOVE gadgets… Yeah!
Ah, the little things in life. Who thought I’d be so happy to have a little appliance that I’ve always taken so much for granted? As my friend who was brave enough to join us on the car hunt today said, “This is not America. This is Germany.” And this is exactly the kind of experience we enjoy living.