Miss Sugar’s Brew
For those of you who have read other posts of mine, you know that Miss Sugar is my trophy wife and that Miss Sugar feeds birds. Today, I want to report on my involvement in bird feeding in a very tangential aspect of her hobby.
I try to be a good husband. Sometimes, I even make the coffee. Yesterday, as Miss Sugar was sleeping, I got up and did just that. I know how to put the beans into the grinder. I know where to put the filter in the coffee maker and also where to pour the water. I had to think about it, but I remembered to put the ground coffee into the filter. I pushed the correct button and the water heated up, ran through the coffee in the filter, and dripped into the waiting coffee pot. So far, so good.
Then I tackled the more difficult tasks. I selected two cups from the cabinet above the coffee maker. Good planning. I had to open the refrigerator to find and remove the milk. I cleverly poured milk into each cup, just the correct amount. Then, because we like to mask the taste of actual coffee, I needed to find the sugar. I did not find it immediately. Sometimes Miss Sugar keeps food items in cabinets, which is very inconvenient for me because I must either remember which cabinet or go exploring. Nope, it wasn’t where the plates are. It wasn’t in the silverware drawer, but I was glad to be reminded where she keeps silverware. It wasn’t by the cereal boxes (which I think would be an excellent place). Where did that woman put the sugar?
At last, I found a container of liquid labeled sugar concentrate. Aha! That seemed better than sugar granuals from a sugar bowl or bag of sugar. Maybe I could get by without a spoon, although I now knew where the spoons could be found.
So I poured sugar concentrate into each cup and covered the milk and sugar concentrate with coffee. I figured it would all mix together as I walked upstairs to the bedroom, where I would surprise Sleeping Beauty.
My grateful wife thanked me for the delicious concoction that I had delivered. We sat in bed savoring the sweet beverage.
Miss Sugar jokingly inquired, “Why does this taste funny?” What a card! I took it as a compliment.
“I couldn’t find the sugar bowl but I found the bottle of sugar concentrate,” I explained with pride.
“That is what I feed the hummingbirds,” she revealed. “It contains special nutrients and vitamins especially for hummingbirds because they are high energy creatures.”
I felt all fluttery inside.
We had a very productive day!
It says “Just Add Water” on the bag above, but coffee works too.