Friday night we had dinner at R.’s grandma’s house because this weekend is our niece’s birthday. She is 2 years old. At dinner, I remembered that I had forgotten to buy more coffee grounds that day, and probably only had enough for only one more day. Well, it isn’t a huge problem; I can always go and buy some grounds on Saturday I thought.

It turns out though that R.’s grandfather used to run a little coffee shop after he retired (and before he passed away.) Her grandmother still has a massive bean grinder, industrial-like, sitting on the counter. They bought it in 1974, so it is just as old as I am.

She also drinks coffee, so she ground up a little bag for me. Today is the first morning I get to have Grandma blend coffee.

It was delicious.