This morning, I poured myself a cup of coffee. Shortly thereafter, I left for Waffle House, because we were out of eggs, but that’s another story.
When I returned, I knew I had a lukewarm cup of coffee sitting up in my room. Rather than go up, get it, bring it back down, microwave it, and then go up to my room (a long walk in my parents’ house, because I have to cross the length of the house six times), I decided I’d get a little bit of coffee really warm, maybe boiling, bring that up, and pour it in to warm the coffee already there.
This was all going well until three seconds from the end of microwaving. At which point my coffee exploded. Yes, exploded. It shot out of the mug and covered the inside of the microwave. At first I was taken aback, but I suspect now that the coffee had superheated (’twas a lot of heat for a little coffee) but not boiled, as it was not sufficiently disturbed. Eventually, it either became too superheated, or it was physically disturbed, and the whole, about 1/5 of a cup of coffee all boiled violentely, and all at once.
It’s going to be a weird day, I can tell already.
Did the day live up to its expectations?
Oh yeah… see today’s post.