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Coffee: The Preparation

I've mentioned before that coffee and I are relatively new friends, so there are still little things that I am a newbie about. The names of the various styles and flavors is chief among those lists, but there's quite a bit about the drink that still manages to bring a chuckle. As it turns out, the preparation of this beverage also brings about quite the chuckle.

First of all, let's start with the terminology for making the coffee. On an intellectual level, I know that one should "brew" coffee, especially given that I have occasionally seen marketing material for slow brewed, cold brewed, and even nitro cold brewed coffee. Yeah, there are lots of ways of brewing coffee.

However, given my lack of familiarity, I have occasionally talked about "steeping" coffee. I know that it's not the usual word that is used to describe this process, but the word isn't ingrained in my consciousness yet, so I sometimes swap in a different one. The end result is that I use the wrong word.

What makes it even funnier is that the Mild Wife will occasionally hear this, and shake her head in disapproval. She clearly knows the correct word, and has been around coffee culture long enough where my misuse of the word sounds really wrong to her. She laughed and corrected me the first couple of times she heard it, but I think on the third time, she was shaking her head in disapproval.

Well, banter in the Mild Home has a way of turning into a running gag, so by the third time, I was more amused by the reaction than the misuse of the word. Let's just say that, as a result, I have made this "mistake" more than three times, and the Mild Wife has realized that I am poking a little bit of fun. We both know that I know the correct word, and we both know that I think it is a little hilarious to use the incorrect word.

Fortunately for me, the Mild Wife also finds this amusing, so I'm not just trying to antagonize her. Still, the fact that I didn't know the correct word for preparing coffee still makes us laugh to this day. Who knew that mistakes could be so funny?

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