I heard a brief knock on the door before it opened rather loudly to reveal the Dorm’s Superintendent. It’s like the porter(caretaker) of the dorm but like the Chief of all of them. And then she walked in and said, “I know you have heaters. Bring it out now.” I was in confusion. First, I didn’t know what she meant by heaters, but whether or not I knew what it meant, I knew I wasn’t in possession of something like that.
She went on to clarify that she meant boiling rings. I was the only one in the room at the time, and my roommate was out. So, I told her I didn’t have a boiling ring and after scrutinizing me with a million questions to ensure that I was telling the truth, she left. The truth to this is I really do not have a boiling ring. But my roommate does. However, the question asked was if I had, which is a no. So I’m not in the wrong....ish.
I think that was one of the things I hated as soon as I came here. I mean, I’d already come to terms with the fact that any form of cooking wasn’t allowed, but really? We couldn’t even get heated water? Even thermo-flasks are a no-no. But then, my roommate managed to sneak a water heater in and I imagined going back home to bring the sachets of instant coffee that my Dad had recently bought. I mean it’s nothing like the real deal, but at least it’s close.
The question in this week’s #Spillthebeans prompt is:
Do you enjoy coffee more when you are the one who makes it, or when it is made for you by someone else? Tell us the reasons behind your preference.
I remember the last time I went to a café which was the one I discovered by chance in my city. I loved everything about it, the atmosphere, the soft music playing in the background and the hospitality of the staff at the counter. And when they said it was okay to make your own coffee, I grinned in happiness. I’m not sure if it is the fact that I’m sceptical about taking things from an unfamiliar place in the beginning, but I think my happiness stemmed from the notion that they wouldn’t get my order right.
And more than that, the enjoyment of coffee for me transcends the actual drinking of it to the preparation. The preparation and brewing of coffee offer almost as much satisfaction as drinking it. You get to inhale the fragrant aroma as you’re brewing it. You get to bask in the warmth of its steam as you mix it up in your mug. It’s like free therapy. You get to be reflective and you get to enjoy the moment. I’m not sure having it made for you or being served at the coffee shop offers that much pleasure.
I have nothing against coffee being made for me though. My sister and my Mom for now are the only ones that make coffee for me just how I like it and I’ve always liked the feeling when I taste it and see that it’s gotten right. There’s a lot of happiness when something like coffee is made, the love and devotion of whoever made it is a core ingredient in making the taste what it is.
But like I said, making coffee is an art of its own and just so much easier for me to simply do, rather than having someone do it for me and then start obsessing over what is or isn’t done right.
I leave the question to you now. Which do you prefer? Having coffee made for you or doing it yourself?
Jhymi🖤
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