Tuesday, May 3, 2016

For the past 3 days... A French Press Confessional

For the past 3 days, I have been seemingly hooked on making French Pressed coffee in the morning. 

The trouble with F.P. coffee, in my humble opinion, is that although I love it, it does not make itself like my beloved Mr. Coffee Programmable Coffeemaker.

With the press of 1 button, I can enjoy the scent of freshly brewed sunshine wafting through my apartment.

With the F.P. coffee, there's now wafting until I have gotten out of bed, walked to the kitchen, filled the tea kettle, set said kettle on a stovetop burner, heated said burner and waited for the kettle to whistle.  Even then -- NO WAFTING!  Once the water boils, it is poured into my French Press where it mixes with coarsely ground coffeebeans.  Ten whole minutes later, there's a faint wafting.  Not through my whole apartment.  The wafting is more like within 3 feet of said French Press.

Tomorrow....tomorrow there will be awhole lotta wafting!!!!

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