Someone Saved My Life Tonight

While I was packing for my retreat, the missus had a bit of a fortuitous afterthought.

The revised plan for my month-long sabbatical included the requirement that I prepare and pay for my own meals. The preparation didn't seem like a big deal, but suddenly paying for meals was going to take an unexpected bite out of our already tight budget. So I also packed a few food staples. I took some vegetables from our CSA that the missus was less interested in (what's wrong with beets, baby?), stocked up from our giant canister of olive oil, grabbed a few spices, etc.

I even thought ahead, figuring that I'd cook larger quantities than I could eat in one sitting. So I packed some storage containers.

The cabin here has a stocked kitchen of pots, pans, wooden spoons, so I knew I wouldn't need any of those things.

The morning I was to leave, the missus said, "You know, you might want to pack our little espresso percolator, just in case the cabin doesn't have a coffee maker."

When I arrived, it was chilly in the cabin, and I thought it'd be nice to have a cup of coffee to warm up. Which would've been impossible without our little percolator.

Disaster averted, B&E readers. Good thinkin', missus.

(Special assist goes to my fellow bald man (formerly) of Sunnyside for providing the percolator as a housewarming gift when I moved to the 'hood.)