stevenpiziks | Sasha and Coffee

Sasha drinks coffee. He's the only one in the house who does. We bought him a little coffee maker last Yule, though we have to police its use. He has a penchant for making a pot at 8:00 at night. Firm rule: no caffeinated beverages after 7:00.

Anyway, he likes coffee but has a distinctly . . . teenage male sensibility about it. He makes a carafe in the morning, drinks some of it, and lets the rest sit and cool off. He revisits the machine ever so often, pouring himself a cold cup of coffee and reheating it in the microwave. I've seen him reheat coffee that's more than 24 hours old.

I don't drink coffee at all and know almost nothing about it, but even I know that coffee gets nasty if you leave it sitting around. I've mentioned this to Sasha.

"The point of having a little coffeemaker is that you can make just one or two cups at a time," I said. "You don't have to make a whole pot. Make it fresh each time."

"Dad, no," he said. "I like to have it all ready whenever I want it."

Okay, whatever. It's his coffee.

Bleah!