In this case of “Oops — bought the beans, forgot the grinder,” the carpenter went for his hammer. The coffee beans had a certain robust texture.
It reminded me of our first outing together to the house in Chincoteague, also, with no real provisions. Rustling about the cupboards, he saw that a cornmeal muffin mix might be just fine with a can of Mandarin oranges, with the syrup, and it was. I saw a creative and functional man.