I have spent a lot of time (and money) trying to find the perfect way to make coffee. I've tried percolators (like my grandparents had), automatic drip (like my parents had), systems with cute, little premeasured cups that come in different colors (and are fun to make buildings out of then smash with matchbox cars). And then there are the Accouterments. I was a sucker for all those bells and whistles: the clock, the timer, the insulated carafe that kept the coffee hot for hours. Well, the clock was always blinking in that obnoxious manner that said I'm Needy:set me! The timer, it turns out, was not omniscient. And the insulated carafe: a myth.
Then one day, I discovered the press. The French Press. The French, it turns out, really know what they are doing when to comes to coffee. Simple, elegant, dare I say sexy? And it delivers....the perfect cup every time.
So every morning upon waking I venture in to the kitchen, boil a pot of water on the stove, and prepare a delicious pot of coffee. A little sugar. A lot of cream. And my day has started in a most fantastic way!