Helga, help me move the plant…


It is a truism to say that if something is worth doing, it is worth doing right. And while one’s definition of right is certainly debatable, I was for a long time guilty of settling for something I knew wasn’t great, simply for the convenience of it. I am talking, of course, about my morning coffee. I had for some time been using my Mr Coffee, and it was ok, not great. And then several months ago on a trip to New York, my parents brought me a new Keurig machine that they had picked up at some fundraiser or another. The machine uses little cups that you can buy with various coffees in them, but this entire system is somewhat costly and wasteful, especially if one drinks coffee everyday as I do. So I went out and bought an attachement that allowed me to put my own coffee in a reusable filter that would then drip one cup. I really came to enjoy the convenience and ease of making my morning coffee, just a couple of scoops in the filter, click a button, and voila. But as I noticed that the resulting coffee was nothing to write home (to France) about, I started buying different coffees, trying to improve on it. After several months, I finally gave up last week and ordered a simple French press. And this morning I made my first cup of coffee with it, and I think my neighbors could probably hear my cries of hallelujah. Sure, it took a few minutes more to produce, as it involves boiling water and steeping, but the results were amazing. To even compare the swill I had been imbibing every morning to this was an insult. I will not go be going back to the dark ages.


  1. eric says:

    …. and now you can get rid of your plebeian tea bags (insert racy political joke here) and start brewing loose leaf teas in your new french press! I’ll bring the crumpets. :-)

  2. mom says:

    See, there’s the difference between us; I’d have opted for convenience over taste….