This past September, I moved into an apartment right smack dab in the middle of Central Square. It also happened to be above my favorite coffee (and ice cream) shop, for better or for worse (I think for better) -- Toscanini's.For months, I didn't mind the fact that I couldn't find my old coffee maker after the move, or that my second coffee maker was still in its original packing on top of a shelf in an office at school, because I could just grab a cup-o-joe on my way out the door (see today's cup above). A few months ago, I finally retrieved the mini-coffee-maker that was in the school office, only to have the plug melt due to its proximity to our very feisty gas stove.
This evening, I was making dinner (carbonara and salad) in another apartment in the same building of my old apartment on Plymouth Street. When I moved in with two other MIT graduate students three summers ago, it just so happened that four of our friends (*also* graduate students at MIT) were moving in to an adjacent unit in the same building (we shared a beautiful back yard -- hopefully there will be a picture of that once summer comes for real! -- with an incredible garden and a pluot tree). Anyhow, I was cooking with a friend who still lives there, and I remembered that I still had some things in the basement and popped down to see what was there. Lo and behold, I found my original coffee maker.
After transporting it and a few other items upstairs, my friend kindly offered to carry the coffee maker out to my car. Mere seconds after I had expressed that I thought this was very nice, he picked up the appliance and the glass pot slid out from the coffee maker and shattered all over the ground (I really can't express how perfect the comedic timing of all this was). I burst out laughing of course, because really I was still ahead -- I now have one working coffee maker with no glass pot, and one coffee maker with a bunk cord but a perfectly acceptable (if smaller) glass pot.
The upshot of all of this is that I have decided that Toscanini's must be conspiring against me -- perhaps I am just not meant to own a working coffee maker right now, but rather to bask in the bliss of no-hassle Dancing Goats each morning.
