Monday, October 4, 2010
I was actually on my way out of the thrift store when I saw it. An old-fashioned coffee grinder - the kind where you pour the beans in the top and grind them up yourself into a little drawer. You can actually smell the beans being ground up. It even says 'coffee', in case you forget. I spent way over my thrifting budget on it ($15 - eek!). But now it's mine.
And you know what? It doesn't grind as finely as my plug-it-in-and-push-a-button grinder. It's slower, and the ground coffee doesn't always go into the little drawer. But I prefer it nonetheless. Why? Because it makes me feel like the coffee is mine.