I bought a new coffee pot this week. I picked it out, read reviews and saved my allowance. I didn't have room for a coffee pot in our old house because counter space was a precious commodity. I like using my French press sometimes and mostly used my moka pot to make a latte. When we were staying at my mom's for a couple weeks, though, she always had coffee made in the mornings and it sure was nice to have coffee there all the time. So I put my plentiful counter space here to use and bought this beauty!
this one and I got it at Target. The riskiest part of coffee pot buying is getting home and seeing if the carafe drips! This one does not, at all, whew!
I get all nostalgic when I talk about coffee because coffee comes with memories somehow--people, homes, cities, all are attached to coffee memories.
This is not my first coffee post. I blogged here about how to make a perfect latte and here about how to make your own coffee syrup, in case you're interested.
"Who was the first guy who figured out coffee beans? If we take these beans, cook them, grind them up, and then run really hot water through them, we get a comfort drink that tastes really nasty for the first six months. But if you persevere in the making and drinking of it, it gets to be really good. So God gave us the great concept of the acquired taste--strong coffee and dark beer and black licorice."