My kettle just broke.
My KETTLE just BROKE.
The little red light is coming on, and I've tried plugging it into another socket, but it's not doing anything else (such as, y'know, actually heating the water). No, it's just sitting there smugly. Stone-cold.
For any international LJ-ers who might be reading this and wondering why I see fit to be kicking off about it, let me assure you that if you're British, kettle-b0rkage is a serious situation. It means you CAN'T HAVE TEA.
:cue much wailing, gnashing of teeth, and similar:
:deep breath: Alrighty-then. Come on, Wolfie. Think this through. If British troops were capable, in the midst of the Normandy Landings, of stopping halfway-up Sword Beach to brew tea whilst under enemy fire*, then you have not the least grounds to claim you can't manage producing a cuppa in vastly more tranquil conditions.
*I am not making this up.
The little camping kettle is currently lost (most likely lurking under a large pile of muddy wool and bandoliers from the last time I used it), so mess-tin on the camping-stove it is, then...
My KETTLE just BROKE.
The little red light is coming on, and I've tried plugging it into another socket, but it's not doing anything else (such as, y'know, actually heating the water). No, it's just sitting there smugly. Stone-cold.
For any international LJ-ers who might be reading this and wondering why I see fit to be kicking off about it, let me assure you that if you're British, kettle-b0rkage is a serious situation. It means you CAN'T HAVE TEA.
:cue much wailing, gnashing of teeth, and similar:
:deep breath: Alrighty-then. Come on, Wolfie. Think this through. If British troops were capable, in the midst of the Normandy Landings, of stopping halfway-up Sword Beach to brew tea whilst under enemy fire*, then you have not the least grounds to claim you can't manage producing a cuppa in vastly more tranquil conditions.
*I am not making this up.
The little camping kettle is currently lost (most likely lurking under a large pile of muddy wool and bandoliers from the last time I used it), so mess-tin on the camping-stove it is, then...
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*White, with two sugars.
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Bless.
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It's difficult to evangelise tea (specially to the kind of heretic who doesn't believe it warrants an actual schedule :P ) to those who aren't in the habit, but... I've always viewed it as a kind of gentle rocket-fuel for energy, emotional well-being, and occasioally First Aid - the stuff solves EVERYTHING, honest.
I'll do coffee, but generally only for those pulling-an-all-nighter-typing-at-the-computer occasions when higher-octane rocket fuel is needed :P
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(I'm a coffee-drinker - for which I blame the modern British Army - but the same rule applies: Broken kettle = not happy bunny.)
*hugs*
And nip down to Argos or somewhere first thing and get a replacement. Better yet, get two. :D
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Very wise on all counts. :D I'll be hot-footing it down to Argos at break of dawn tomorrow...
*ahem* The sequence of very recent events went something like this...
Dig in cupboard for camp-stove. Cannot find. Probably in same place as camp-kettle. Remember self has a hob (lightbulb moment!). Crappy electric hob, admittedly, but a hob nonetheless.
Fill mess tin. Stick on hob. Turn on hob. Return to desk. Shortly thereafter, realise suspiciously chemical odour is wafting in from the kitchen.
Dash into kitchen, realise have turned on wrong hob-plate, which is engaged in gently melting the handle of my frying-pan. Meanwhile, water sits cold and forlorn in mess-tin.
Wonder briefly just how in hell I've actually survived the decade since I left home... :P
And finally...Mission Accomplished! XD
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You really were caffeine-deprived. Sounds like you needed that cuppa!
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I couldn't even reply to your post, I had to scan down through the comments and make sure you'd replied to some of them and were still alive, because there are far too many deaths every winter here in Maine from people trying to cook indoors on outdoor cooking apparatus. People don't realize camp stoves will suck up all the air in your house and leave you none to breath.
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And, oh, thanks for concern, and apologies for inadvertently panicking you! Using stuff like that in a well-ventilated area is one of the things which I do know somewhere in the back of my mind, but tend to forget :S , so I am glad you mentioned it (also helpful PSA to anyone reading this who wasn't aware).
Mess-tin on the electric hob it is, and new kettle tomorrer. :)
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[Hah, portmanTEAu! XD ]
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I hope you managed to get tea, I don't think I could go without a kettle. I sometimes look at the swanky kettles in the Argos catalogue and think "some day I'll own you." (The kettle that is, not Argos...)
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I did get my tea, though. Boiled up t'mess tin on the hhob (eventually!).
(The kettle that is, not Argos...)
Hey, think big... XD
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...And yeah, I used the beans anyway. The shrapnel will filter out, right? How else am I going to make it to the store to get a new one?
NOTHING THEY SAY ABOUT SEATTLE RESIDENTS IS TRUE I PROMISE.
(and I boil pots of water if I'm making iced tea... it's at least a suitable backup?)
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Unassailable logic! Ah, we think alike. :D (You should see some of the stuff I smoke when I've run out of tobacco and am reduced to splintering apart my previous dog-ends for rolling afresh...I try not to think about it.)
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My recommendation seems to be the same as your solution - saucepan, water in, heat up on the stove, five mins and Bob's your mother's brother.
Mmm, tea.
Andrew
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"Couldn't hurt, sir..."
I has a kettle now. It's a cheapy Wilko's one which will probably prove to have a lifespan that would make an adult mayfly's resemble Methuselah's by comparison, but I HAS A KETTLE, so let joy be unconfined.
Mess-tin-on-hob worked surprisingly well! Was actually a lot quicker. :D
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Andrew