I bought a coffee pot today. It was a necessary purchase. You see, yesterday morning I spooned in the coffee, poured in the water, turned the pot on—the little light turned green—but nothing happened. No coffee. This is enough to induce pandemonium in my life. I really can’t live without the dark brew. I fully confess that I am an addict. There have been times in my life where I would have mainlined the stuff if I could have.
I drink it with milk, I drink frou frou coffee. I drink it black. I have been known to wake up in the morning and drink two day old coffee because I can’t wait for a new pot brew before my first cup. But I swear that’s as far as I go. I do have some dignity. And yes, that means one day old coffee is common. If you make a new pot in the afternoon, are you just going to dump all that perfectly good coffee the next morning? Are you getting the idea? I’m a bit of a coffee gourmand. Okay, I admit, D1 and I call it something a little more base but you might not share my sense of humor.
My mother, bless her soul, believed coffee would calm an active child and yes, she put coffee in my bottle. I’ve been an addict for many, many years.
Yesterday, I heated water in the microwave and stood at the coffeepot pouring the hot water slowly over the grounds. Slowly because, you know, it has to mix. Believe it or not, it was a decent pot of coffee. Not that it matters much with me.
So today I went out and bought a coffee pot. My second to last coffee pot was a decent machine. It had a stainless steel pot that was necessary because at the time D4 decided to make grandma coffee and dropped the prior pot in the sink. (I’d had prior pot for two years.) But no more glass, thank you. I paid a lot for that machine. It lasted 9 months. The last machine I bought just before Christmas. It was on sale. Twenty bucks. It lasted less than four months.
Today at Target, after I salivated over the deluxe machines, I compared the cheaper models. They had a coffee pot for eight dollars. Yes, eight dollars. What kind of coffee does an eight dollar machine make?
Theoretically, they all work the same right? And after plunking down another eight hundred dollars toward my dentist’s children’s college education, I’m feeling a bit of skinflint, okay? Even more than usual. The pot is glass, but I’ve been transferring the brewed coffee to my nifty stainless steel pot anyway. (It stays hot and tastes better longer) The biggest problem I had with it was it was white. I don’t know why I hate white coffee makers. Maybe it’s something in my childhood I’m suppressing, or maybe it’s because I hate coffee stains, but either way, I hate white coffee makers. And eight dollars? Something must be wrong with it, right?
I’ll let you know. Yes, I bought it. It seemed wrong somehow…. like I should have to pay more for my addiction. But I figure, if you follow the curve, this coffee pot will last about 3 months, tops and then we’ll revisit the issue.