Paul's Thorn

I'm almost certain that I understand what the thorn in the apostle Paul's flesh was, for I feel it, too: an inadequate coffee grinder.

Oh grinder, why dost thou hate me? When I try to grind my beans, you spit out a nasty powder along with my grinds. My automatic drip thinks you are wonderful, but my french press puts up a white flag (leave it to the French to surrender).

My grinder is not a blade, also not quite a burr. It was certainly affordable, but when my wife gets me an espresso machine for my birthday, it probably won't give me an even grind or even a fine enough grind for a wonderful cup o' joe.

This really wouldn't be such a big deal if the automatic drip brewed as fine a cup as the French press, but the press is far superior to the drip. I've read online at Sweet Maria's that in order to get the full benefits of a French press, the grounds must be uniform. With my rebellious grinder, uniformity is not an option.

O Grinder, the power of Christ compels you! Maketh my whole beans into something consumable!