We all have them, even if we are not blond. I just happen to have many more than most people, occasionally prompting surprise at my own tenacious survival on this planet for the last 24 years.
This chapter occurred long before I was blond, my junior year of college. I had just bought a coffee maker in an effort to save flex points by making at least some of my weekly caffeine intake in my dorm room.
After the initial small setback of believing the device to be broken (I was unaware of the fact that you have to close the lid of the pot so it can press down and dispense coffee) we were smooth sailing....Until I decided to take it up a notch.
I was working at the 24 hour student restaurant at the time and was familiar with making coffee drinks. Lattes, mochas and the like.
The idea seemed brilliant and the execution simple: Instead of putting water in the tank, I would use milk! It would boil and drip through the Dunkin grinds and I would have a latte! Brilliant!
Surprisingly my plan did not pan out as I had imagined. The milk did boil. It did drip through the Dunkin. Alas, what came out did by no means resemble a latte. My room smelled like boiled milk (a vomit inducing smell to me) and the concoction in the pot didn’t resemble anything a barista would encounter in his or her day to day. Also, my coffee maker required many many washes to stop smelling like bad milk. To be quite honest I don’t think it was ever quite the same.
Though a setback was had a lesson was learned.
It is not possible to make a latte using a drip coffee maker. So don’t try.
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