One of my favourite things about the morning… or afternoon, or sometimes even the evening, is a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Café. Joe. Liquid Spirit. A good ole’ cuppa.
Even in the days when I was a starving writer, I made sure to have a good quality coffee maker, and my favourite, whole bean coffee beans (Cherry Hill Highlander Grog anyone??). “You don’t scrimp on coffee making,” was my excuse when friends would marvel at my beautiful coffee maker in my otherwise barren kitchen.
We went way back, my old Cuisinart Brew Central 12-Cup maker and I. Back to 2001, I do believe. Oh, the memories. But the time, alas, had come, for us to part ways. There was a small leak that was starting from the bottom. Not enough to notice when you’d fill your cup, but enough to warrant a wipe-up every time that happy “come and get it!” beep signaled. It was probably an easy fix but, as Mr. Pear Tree reminded as he scanned the coffee maker aisles, after 12 years that old machine didn’t owe anyone anything anymore.
It was fun shopping for something new, tantalizing ourselves with the possibilities. Should we try a pod-based machine this time? At first the expense of pods, the wastage and limited choice turned me off. Then I noticed re-usable, metal-mesh pod filters, which lets you make your favourite blend and cut back on the trash. Still, for me, at least, there’s something about the process. The tantalizing gurgle of the machine pushing the water through the system, and trickling the new brew into a carafe. Grabbing it by the handle and pouring it, manually, into your cup. Call me crazy, but it builds anticipation, non?
In the end, we settled on another Cuisinart – a flashy PerfecTemp 14-Cup coffee maker.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s a better quality machine or if the old one was just wearing out or the water filter was overdue for a change… or all of the above… but that first cup from the new machine was one of the best I’ve had in a looooooong time. It was the same bag of beans we’d used on the old maker, but with a vibrant new taste and, I kid you not, an aroma that swirled its way through the house, up the stairs and into my bedroom to personally invite me down for breakfast.
So, I’ve made a new friend. I’ll still visit my old chum, when I go to visit my brother-in-law for coffee, but I am looking forward to a long and happy relationship with this new addition to our family.
Let me know when you want to pop by for a chat – I’ll make sure the coffee’s on.