Trivial Stuff: I just bought a French Press Coffee Maker
So, Joan and I threw a dinner party on Friday Night.
The night before, we realized that we got rid of our coffee maker before we left The PRC, and then we never replaced it.
Knowing that she would probably pick up a standard coffee maker, I beat her to the punch.
I can't stand appliances which permanently take up counter space.
So I picked up an 8 cup (espresso cup) French Press.
It provided coffee for the dinner party, you can put it in a cabinet when not in use, and what an amazing cup of coffee it makes.
So, for you coffee fans in the Gulch, trust me on this and get a French Press.
The night before, we realized that we got rid of our coffee maker before we left The PRC, and then we never replaced it.
Knowing that she would probably pick up a standard coffee maker, I beat her to the punch.
I can't stand appliances which permanently take up counter space.
So I picked up an 8 cup (espresso cup) French Press.
It provided coffee for the dinner party, you can put it in a cabinet when not in use, and what an amazing cup of coffee it makes.
So, for you coffee fans in the Gulch, trust me on this and get a French Press.
I put the container in the sink and pour the grounds and rinse water into the container.
The water eventually drains and you have the grounds left over for whatever you would like to do with them.
Mine are ground the same as for a Mr. Coffee. The espresso grind is to fine especially for down the drain.
I also live on a boat but have done the same in a house or apartment. The trick is plenty of running water. Boat or not my drain pipe is half the diameter of a standard household system.
Thought I should clarify that. An alternate method is soaking the grounds in water and creating an instant coffee mixture. then pour through a filter and keep refridgerated. It's a Peruvian method. then then all the grounds can be dumped at one time.
1 ounce freshly ground fine. Use inverted method with175F water yields the BEST pseudo double espresso shot you can make at home without breaking the bank.
This completely changed my coffee habit - err addiction!
Liberty is seriously under attack by the educational institutions.
Is your daughter managing to avoid the commie brainwashing and retain more than coffee common sense?
Where I live there are long winters meaning my grounds sit around a really long time using up counter space. Because of that I keep them in a jar like an old pickle jar set off in the corner. (never truly out of sight.) It's tough to get grounds out of the press without water and having determined rinsing down the drain is bad for the plumbing, I end up between digging by hand and slush rinsing and dig/pouring dregs into said jar. With that combination of grounds and water it takes a lot of jars. That in turn means a lot of trips into my back yard, which I put off when it's cold. Thus the jars pile up in the corner of my kitchen counter getting riper and riper all the while I avoid looking more and more. Eventually I work up the courage to deal with it and trek it out to the back yard. But it won't all come out of the jars. I slush it around and slush/pour but the jars still have grounds in the bottom. That requires bringing extra water for rinsing and cleaning. In the meantime this whole is process being closely scrutinized by my neighbor. Who sees me dumping what he likely perceives to be a toxic sludge in my back yard. I know he is just standing there with his finger right on the quick dial for EPA.
But... my sins run very deep. I have a daughter away in college. She came along late in my life and is my darling. But when she asked me for a coffee pot. Now when I visit her at school in her little 8x10 dorm room and do a dads discreet visual, tucked away in a corner or window ledge I find a French Press invariably with old grounds in the bottom.
I had to look, just to see how nasty it really was, and then it wasn't. whew! nastiness averted!
*I* sure liked the product! Or maybe it was just the ground up flowers that was in the blend. LOL
Brad
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