Speaking of kitchen equipment we love: an ode to our French press.
We’ve never really been coffee people. Froufrou coffee shop coffee people, maybe. But not real coffee people.
We owned a coffee maker only because I’d picked up my parents’ hand-me-down drip machine when I moved out. We kept it for when guests visited us and wanted coffee, but we’d never used it for ourselves.
Non-coffee shop coffee always seemed acidic, bitter. Yuck. Girly coffee drinks from Starbucks = good. Coffee from the stained office drip coffee maker = not good.
But then we visited friends who made us coffee in a French press. This coffee was…different. It was smooth, with no bitterness or acidity. A very different creature from drip coffee.
We decided to go for it and bought a French press. We decided on a fully stainless steel model to avoid the possibility of scratching or breaking a traditional glass carafe model.
It arrived just before the CoMoSnowpocalypse. We even bought fancy flavoured syrups to go along with it. We drank a lot of coffee during those three snowbound days. Like, a LOT of coffee.
After deciding we liked the French press, we bought two more: one as a gift for my coffee-loving dad, and one for Charlie’s office to avoid daily trips to Starbucks.
I think we’re now officially coffee people. Or at least French press coffee snobs. We still use syrups and plenty of milk and we don’t drink it every day (I really don’t agree with the idea of caffeine addiction), but we do enjoy it.
Are you a coffee person? Are you particular about it, or does gas station coffee suit you just fine?