You put the grounds in the top, like so:
And then you pour water in after them, and the water flows down through a metal disk that used to be the bottom of this container. (see ragged top edge where disk was cleverly removed with a dull scissors) My son has pierced the disk several times with a hammer and large nail, and then covered it with some mystery packing material from IKEA that looks like a fine plastic mesh.
And so the water flows down into the cardboard area, making it a bit soggy but still perfectly functional. Some of the "coffee" comes out that hole there on the side, if you tip things just right; the rest flows out from wherever it likes around the bottom of the device until it finds its way into your cup, more or less.
This makes a lovely afternoon cup of cold coffee with some added texture, as you can imagine. We haven't yet tried hot water because we are concerned about the viability of the masking tape. We think more tape might do the trick.
Also falling into the eminently forgiving "miscellaneous" class are Keith's collages.
I asked the wimmin what they thought about this entry.They were a little busy with a consciousness raising session but spared the time to view Keith's art work.
Andrea blames the patriarchy.
Gloria, oddly, is more interested in what's happening to our Control Lemon.
Gloria! Scandalous news of the Control Lemon! I can only think that the vibrations were too strong for him, even in protective casing of the barbecue.
Now I have to go and deal with a crab because shiny, perfect people from Paris are coming and in my terror I have somehow agreed to make crab pasta for them. I entirely know where this is going. By the time they arrive I will be shiny and red with thwarted effort and despair and coated in crab guts, and they will come in, all Hermès Un Jardin après le Mousson, Petit Bateau tops, Tod's loafers and shiny shiny hair and I will want to die and will sit tongue tied all evening necking Shopi vodka. Vive les vacances!