… is that it’s just so good.
Occasionally I challenge myself to go 24 hours without a cup of coffee, and I do admit to getting a headache every time. On the days that I find myself drinking too much of the caffeinated stuff, mindlessly chugging along, I do not feel good about my dependence. So this year of 2021, I started a thing where I choose my mug carefully, I bring my water to the proper temperature, I grind my beans from Aldi’s with precision, I use a small French press, and I add some cream. Then I savor just one cup. Most days.
The problem arises when I have visitors. For many years I have had a drip coffee maker in storage that I pull out to make 12 cups. The last two times I have used it, it has let me down badly by deluging the water over the grounds, breaching the filter, and flooding my countertop with grounds and coffee as it overflows the filter basket. This is not a fun problem to have when you have company waiting for coffee with their apple cake.
I decided that the 12 cup coffee maker needs to retire, so I cleaned it well with white vinegar and it holds the place of honor in the girls’ play area in the basement. They use it to brew tea, and it works great.
I thought round and round about the need to be able to make large amounts of coffee for my visitors, since that is such a loving thing to do and I like my visitors. I honestly don’t care how it’s made, just as long as it’s there and tastes reasonably smooth. (Actually, I do care. But not so much that I won’t accept a cup of gas station coffee offered in a loving way.) Considering that it’s a pain to store a machine I don’t normally use, and that every time one of the children fetches it from its basement storage I am sure they will drop the glass carafe on the way up the steps, I looked into the options.
I was considering getting a fancy machine with a delayed brew timer so that I could keep it on my countertop and maybe have coffee ready for me when I get up. I could just retire the French press. Meanwhile we had lunch with old friends and they got out this massive stainless steel, double-walled press.
Ah. That was the deciding moment. I searched the interwebs and ordered the biggest one I could find, which is still only fifty ounces, but big enough that I can serve a number of people with one press. I like things that work without being plugged in. I like things that don’t break easily, but still look nice. And I do like French pressed coffee.
I just realized. My tea kettle isn’t nearly big enough to heat 50 ounces of water. Hm. I’ll have to be resourceful with that. There is also a 30 cup urn that I bought at a yard sale, so I think we’re set for serving the masses. Come on in and welcome! Would you like cream or sugar with that?
It’s kind of funny. This tiny bean that God made and saw that it was very good, and then he made some people with enormous brains to figure out how to roast it and grind it and brew it. It sure can get you. That’s the thing about coffee.
If you are one of those strong souls who do not like it, or need it, and refuse to taste it, I’m sorry.
I’ll get the girls to bring you tea when you come to my house.
8 thoughts on “The thing about coffee…”
I must agree with you on everything here, right down to the french press thing and the dependence thing. I too get a headache when I miss a day. Which I am not happy about. But still want to drink my coffee!
After much breaking of glass french presses we finally got ourselves a double walled stainless one but smaller than yours. Then we use a fancy drip machine that doesnt make good coffee but heats the water just right. And we’re all set;)
That’s quite brilliant, using your fancy machine for hot water to pour into the French press. 👏
Coffee drinker here, definitely! 🙂 🙂
I love coffee and usually have one cup a day with my breakfast. I don’t like it with sugar but a donut tastes good with a creamy coffee! I used to not like it but being married to a Latino I have been converted!:)
Oh, yes! I remember rich, thick coffee in Honduras. It was heavily laced with sugar and cream, then served with these sort of breakfast pastries that looked like a donut but weren’t really sweet, and we dipped them in the coffee to soften them. Good times!
Please tell your girls that I’d like a cup (or two or three) of tea.
Yay! You can have 12 cups and then they’ll steep more.