A few years ago I wrote a post about the many ways that Jamaica has bent my mind. Well this morning after waking up and spending an hour of ridiculousness running around the house I realized that Jamaica has done it again.
The house where I live in Jamaica is a shared situation. It’s not my house but I live here when I’m in Jamaica so not everything is the way I would have it if I did live here full time. When I woke up this morning of course the first thing on my mind is a cup of instant coffee so I head down to the kitchen to do what should be a simple thing…..plug in the kettle and boil some water. Only this morning it seems the kettle has finally kicked the bucket. After fiddling with it for a good twenty minutes I realized the kettle is just dead, which thoroughly annoyed me.
So my next thought was to kick it old school and boil some water in a pot on the gas stove. No big deal…..until I realized that since I quit smoking a few months ago I no longer have a lighter on me at all times. But I’m standing in a Jamaican kitchen so finding a lighter near a gas stove should be no problem right? Wrong. I searched this house high, low and everywhere in between for a damn lighter or matches but do you think I could find one? Nope. And trust me, there are a hundred drawers in this monstrous house but not one drawer has a lighter in it. In a kitchen this size there seems to be no way to make fire!
So after an hour of trying to make a kettle work and trying to find a way to light the stove, there I stood, perplexed as to how the heck I’m going to have a simple cup of instant coffee. I was talking to myself and cursing out loud about how stupid this is, and getting more agitated because I just wanted my coffee!
What happened next is one of those face-palm moments where you want to just smack your own head at how complex you just made the simplest situation. What would I do if I were in Canada and wanted a cup of instant coffee? Duh….I’d put a friggin cup of water in the microwave. But because I was standing in a kitchen in Jamaica the microwave never even crossed my mind. Why? Because here I never, ever use a microwave. I’m accustomed to just boiling water the manual way because the manual way is the WAY here.
I’m a little embarrassed that it took me an hour to think of using a microwave to make a cup of coffee. Thanks Jamaica! I’m now on my way to the store to buy a new kettle.