So I said goodbye to my dirty goddam french press a few weeks ago. I knew my parents were going to get me an automatic coffee maker for Christmas, so of course my french press SHATTERED on me 10 days before Christmas. I was mad for a moment, but then I remembered that I hated it. So I threw it in the garbage and for a while I was just dumping coffee in boiling water and letting it boil for a minute and straining it. Not bad.
And then I got my new maker. It is lovely, it has it's own filter to purify the water so I can just use tap water, and best of all, I set it so that it is already made by the time I get up. I LOVE IT.
The funny thing is, and the thing that I am only going to admit here where no one will read it, is that I miss my wonky french press. I miss the flavor. But don't tell my french press.
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3 comments:
I'm telling.
ha! you are awesome Claire! I just got my own little single cup french press cuz I'm livin on my own for the spring semester
Ah, a young lady living on her own in the big city, going to school and drinking from her french press. I like it. And Jackie, if you tell, I'm coming after your baby!
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