Coffee Pot Blues

     Many of you will find this posting a bit of a “spoiled brat- inappreciative coffee snob gone sarcastic on her mate” kind of thing. Nevertheless, I sincerely think I have a gripe here. My husband, for many- many years, has found it in his heart to bring me coffee in bed when he is home. We had it down to a system. Since he is an early riser and sipped his coffee several hours before I would even stir, I would just open our bedroom door and await the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and the delivery of a robust cup, dressed with light cream, a copy of the New York Times and usually a kiss on the...