Hi, coffee lovers!
How about spilling some beans! You can join in here and spill some hot coffee as well π
Prompt 67:
What do you think is the worst way that someone can spill their coffee? Tell us about your most catastrophic spill, and let us know if you think it should be on the list of worst spills ever.
My new thermos; it holds about one Horacia, or 1.5 lt π±
Every week I brew coffee for my students and put it in a thermos,
so accidents with coffee are, shall we say, highly probable--even when the thermos is good and coffee won't spill inside your bag, it may well end on the books or on your shirt.
The worst coffee spill
should definitely be one of latte, as the fat in the milk makes the coffee stain really resistant. I've been there several times.
But there are other elements that spice up your coffee spill, making it memorable and not the best way; e.g. a dose of shame.
One of the many shots of coffee I had today in my class @Casa Ramos Sucre
Of Coffee & White Shirts
When our public university campus still existed, I wore one of my twelve or twenty white shirts at least twice a week for my classes. If you took my picture every day in my classroom or in my office, you'd have plenty of pictures of me wearing a white shirt.
Even today, when the campus has been lost in ruins and just as in Cortazar's "Casa tomada,", kicked out by wickedly organized delinquency, we've had to leave through the back door and throw the key down a sewer, I still have that thing for white shirts.
Today I wore a white t-shirt to counteract the intense sun and heat. In my right hand, I hold the thermos in which I put the coffee I take to my students and which we share with the other people who temporarily cohabit with us in a borrowed space; today, with my white t-shirt on, I run the same risk of twenty years ago, when I suffered the most embarrassing episode of a coffee spill.
There was a lot of nature in our campus; it was not uncommon to see the huge roots of the old trees form protrusions in the ground where concrete, plants and stones metand plotted against you to make you fall down like a fool and give a good show. You had to walk carefully when it was crowded, since, among other things, you had to dodge the students running to class, while managing not to spill the hot coffee with which you were walking from one of the cafes to your office.
One day, I was doing just that, and I stumbled badly on the root of a huge mango tree. It was a long fall, which could've ended on the ground, had I not found "support" from a lady who, like me, was wearing a white shirt, but one evidently much more expensive than mine. Her shirt prevented all of my coffee from reaching the ground. Oh, God, was she mad! And she was really rude; she should've been more understanding--thought I, haha. And I was so annoyed by her attitude that I probably didn't apologize in the best way. The next day, I saw her again; she was the guest lecturer from a well-known university in the capital city who was to update us professors on educational technologies. There I was, sitting in the front row, with my embarrassment intact and I suspect that her discomfort was as fresh as my desire to run out of there.
Anyway,
brewing/sipping your coffee at home seems pretty safe. You follow your rituals.
My moka pots, washed
If coffee is spilled, it's nobody else's business.
How about you? What has been your most catastrophic spill?
I don't think mine should be on the list of worst spills ever, but it has been the worst ever for me--...so far π