Tragedy, no beans, no mate

My roaster died! Well, it’s dying at least, I’m going to see if I can fix it this weekend. That means I’m out of beans! Yeah yeah, I’ll go get some Peet’s or Caffe Roma, but I like my home-roasted-fresh goodness.

I’m almost out of mate too. In this case I mean mate (mah-tay) the Argentinian/Paraguayan ‘tea’, and not mate, as in a girlfriend. Although I have none of that either. Ohhh woe is me (for now).