Comments on: Someone killed my coffee grinder! http://bayouwoman.wordpress.com/2009/07/17/someone-killed-my-coffee-grinder/ Life in the Louisiana Wetlands Mon, 28 Dec 2009 05:08:08 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Bayou Woman http://bayouwoman.wordpress.com/2009/07/17/someone-killed-my-coffee-grinder/#comment-4330 Bayou Woman Mon, 20 Jul 2009 03:03:42 +0000 http://bayouwoman.wordpress.com/?p=3706#comment-4330 I love all the theories. They were fun and creative and some of you folks are crazier than I it seems! But after reading them all, it looks like 3 of them name Termite as the culprit. And 2 of these have him grinding something up as a topping. But the one I like the most, and comes closest to how this actually went down is . . . . . Sweet Magnolia!!! Congratulations, Deb. Please jet me an email with your mailing address and your French Press coffee pot will go out on Monday! BW I love all the theories. They were fun and creative and some of you folks are crazier than I it seems! But after reading them all, it looks like 3 of them name Termite as the culprit. And 2 of these have him grinding something up as a topping. But the one I like the most, and comes closest to how this actually went down is . . . . . Sweet Magnolia!!! Congratulations, Deb. Please jet me an email with your mailing address and your French Press coffee pot will go out on Monday!

BW

]]> By: Bayou Woman http://bayouwoman.wordpress.com/2009/07/17/someone-killed-my-coffee-grinder/#comment-4325 Bayou Woman Mon, 20 Jul 2009 01:46:13 +0000 http://bayouwoman.wordpress.com/?p=3706#comment-4325 Ah, Deb, methinks you must have a son round about the same age!!!!! Wonderful story, by the way! Ah, Deb, methinks you must have a son round about the same age!!!!! Wonderful story, by the way!

]]> By: sweetlilmagnolia http://bayouwoman.wordpress.com/2009/07/17/someone-killed-my-coffee-grinder/#comment-4323 sweetlilmagnolia Mon, 20 Jul 2009 00:45:44 +0000 http://bayouwoman.wordpress.com/?p=3706#comment-4323 A hungry young man enters a spic-n-span kitchen in search for a bite to eat....shrugging his shoulders mumbles an audible "awww shucks", everything has been tucked away nice & neat. Knowing the Captain is home, he dares not drag out the pot's & pan's.....The young Termite spies a loaf of bread and a jar of fig perserves....awww that sounded pretty good, but...how bout a touch of peanut butter....looking around realizing Peter Pan has flown the coup. But wait...The Captain has left a 1/2 filled can of Mr. Peanuts cocktail peanuts on the counter...if only there was a way to .......ah ha! Mom's coffee grinder...The clever lad pours in peanuts and turns it on....."brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh....." smiling at his brilliance his face freezes when he hears a sudden change in tempo coming from the Krups. Then suddenly a wiff of overheated plastic mixed with coffee o' peanuts fills his nostrils....his heart races...oh noooo, what to do. The anticipation fills the kitchen, quickly the young lad unplugs the grinder, races around the kitchen realizing he must dispose of this now regrettable venture. He rushes to empty the partially ground peanuts and valiantly tries to wash out the grinder....who knew peanut butter could be so greasy???? Feverantly washing and rinsing while looking over his shoulder for signs of being discovered, the lad rinses for the last time, laying the now defunked krups on the counter to dry. No longer hungry, the lad quickly jumps into bed, covers his head along with his sins and finds safety in a young mans dreams of duck hunting, fishing & frog gigging on the bayou........Yep, it was termite, sorry hon, didnt mean to rat you out, well, yes I did....I too must get to the bottom of things before they drive me crazy...(& the trip is getting shorter by the day). Let us know the culprit & cause....lol Deb A hungry young man enters a spic-n-span kitchen in search for a bite to eat….shrugging his shoulders mumbles an audible “awww shucks”, everything has been tucked away nice & neat. Knowing the Captain is home, he dares not drag out the pot’s & pan’s…..The young Termite spies a loaf of bread and a jar of fig perserves….awww that sounded pretty good, but…how bout a touch of peanut butter….looking around realizing Peter Pan has flown the coup. But wait…The Captain has left a 1/2 filled can of Mr. Peanuts cocktail peanuts on the counter…if only there was a way to …….ah ha! Mom’s coffee grinder…The clever lad pours in peanuts and turns it on…..”brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh…..” smiling at his brilliance his face freezes when he hears a sudden change in tempo coming from the Krups. Then suddenly a wiff of overheated plastic mixed with coffee o’ peanuts fills his nostrils….his heart races…oh noooo, what to do. The anticipation fills the kitchen, quickly the young lad unplugs the grinder, races around the kitchen realizing he must dispose of this now regrettable venture. He rushes to empty the partially ground peanuts and valiantly tries to wash out the grinder….who knew peanut butter could be so greasy???? Feverantly washing and rinsing while looking over his shoulder for signs of being discovered, the lad rinses for the last time, laying the now defunked krups on the counter to dry. No longer hungry, the lad quickly jumps into bed, covers his head along with his sins and finds safety in a young mans dreams of duck hunting, fishing & frog gigging on the bayou……..Yep, it was termite, sorry hon, didnt mean to rat you out, well, yes I did….I too must get to the bottom of things before they drive me crazy…(& the trip is getting shorter by the day). Let us know the culprit & cause….lol
Deb

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