I don’t know about you, but I’m not at my best when I wake up. And it takes me some time before I’m fully aware. Sometimes, a lot of time.
Yesterday morning, for example. When I wake up, the first thing I do is put on the coffee. I hit the bathroom next, and by the time I’m done in there, the coffee is usually ready. I’m not, however, which explains yesterday morning.
I got my coffee mug, and a glass for my orange juice. I poured coffee in the mug, and turned to the fridge, from which I got the orange juice. I poured juice in the glass. Then I put the juice back in the fridge, and got the cream for my coffee. I carefully poured the cream in the juice before putting it back in the fridge. I turned back to the counter and took a sip of juice. Blecch!
I’m not a morning person, and I’m perfectly willing to admit it. So, non-morning-people, what have you done that’s silly/dumb/inexplicable but for the fact that you’re not morning people?
In the interest of humanity* I gave up drinking coffee, but back in the day, I used to be the first one in the office and made the coffee. At least once a week, I’d forget to put coffee grounds in the filter, and I’d brew a pot of hot water. Much disappointment would ensue.
I gave it up in the interest of migraine prevention. Didn’t help, but it was hard enough to quit coffee that I figured it was best to not go back to it.
I have a coffee maker that grinds the beans & makes the coffee, all on a timer. I have, at various times, left out the beans, left out the water, left out the pot (that one was really fun) and left out the filter. When I left out the water I stood there that morning staring at the pot. I had HEARD the beans being ground. I could SEE that the light was on. The pot was WARM. And yet…and yet…the pot was empty! Where did the coffee go??? Took me a while.
Good timing, I was going to start a tread about this yesterday.
Instead of a coffeemaker, I use a filter holder and heat up water in the teapot. You then pour the hot water directy onto the grounds.
Yesterday, I had fixed some coffee and soup, and was going to top off the coffee but instead of grabbing the tea pot, I picked up the saucepan of soup. Fortunately I recognized this fairly quicky so my coffee only had a touch of mushroom flavor.
I have a cousin who is mildly lactose intolerant, and when he was young (and possibly still now; I don’t know and have never asked) he used to eat his cereal with orange juice. He claimed it was good; I don’t want to try it!
Beer on fried shrimp doesn’t work so well, either. Makes 'em soggy. But the bottle sort of looks like the ketchup bottle, if you’re not paying close attention. That was years ago, before I realized the horrors of ketchup on anything at all.
I remember my father sneaking a big jolt of orange juice right out of the juice container in the fridge when my mother wasn’t looking. Sadly for him, she had used the container to store last night’s potato soup. He hurked it into the kitchen sink.
(From time to time I sleepily put the beans directly into the basket, without grinding them first. Once I actually ran the water through them. That didn’t yield very good coffee.)
…I used to put orange juice on my corn flakes, deliberately. (When I was about seven.) It seemed good at the time - I’m not sure that I’d swallow it today, though.
I can do this at any time of day. The other evening, for example, I got two bowls out of the cabinet, one for ice cream for me, the other for the cat’s gushy food. I then opened the cat food and put it into my ice cream bowl. Fortunately, I noticed it just before I had a cat food sundae for dessert. :smack:
I’ve found the lettuce in the freezer, and just yesterday morning Papa Tiger made a full pot of coffee, not noticing there was still a couple cups’ worth in the pot. So the counter and floor got a good cleaning, too.
Hah! We have a coffee maker that does the same, and just today I forgot to put the pot on. It was funny because I had taken the time to take out the various fiddly parts and wash them carefully before putting them back in. Then I measured out precisely 4 scoops, poured the water in, switched it on, and went on to get myself some cereal. It wasn’t until my roommate walked into the kitchen and shouted “Whoa, what-?” that I remembered I’d forgotten to put the pot on. My roommate, thinking that the coffee maker was on the verge of exploding, was just about to grab it and run out the back door before I exclaimed “HOLYSHITTHEPOT!”
“I cannot believe I just did that,” I said blankly, staring at the puddle of coffee on the floor.
“It’s probably just a weed hangover,” said my roommate knowingly. “You just need some coffee.”