when I was trying to add another two pounds of ground coffee to a 3# can that already held 1+. He said,
What you need is some vibratory compaction,
revealing another of the myriad hidden facets of his knowledge. He proceeded to lift-and-drop the can, up about an inch off the countertop, and then down! with a sharp impact. The granules shifted with each strike, scrambled loose by the shock — but drawn downward, relentlessly, by Terran gravity. Their rough edges collided, slid, and skipped, and the mass settled just a bit with every hit.
After a dozen repetitions, the 3# can held 3+ pounds of grounds.
My current container is not so round nor regular as a can. It’s the frunk of the 996; and I need to get all of this into that confine:
After less than a dozen repetitions of unpack-repack, the hood does close. It’ll be interesting to see how things have settled when we meet the car in Boston in three weeks.