It all started at the Ace Hotel in Palm Springs, just before Christmas. I was late in joining the family for breakfast and didn't get a chance to order my OJ. However, my father-in-law had a French press filled with Portland's Stumptown Coffee and he only required a cup. So I gave it a shot. And liked it. A lot.
I have always prided myself on being a morning person who didn't really need the caffeine jolt to start my day, and seeing my parents as morning "coffee zombies" at times during my youth turned me off on the idea of the morning jump start provided by coffee and tea.
But back to the coffee, maybe it was the years of silly sugary espresso drinks, maybe those coffee-loving taste buds finally developed after thirty nine years, who knows. Upon returning home I ran off to buy a French press and some coarse-ground coffee to brew at home.


Basically an oversize syringe (giving new meaning to a shot of joe), the Aeropress makes 1-4 espresso shots, into which you can top off with hot water for an Americano.
Just add grounds:






2 comments:
Well I never thought it would happen. And, as usual, you're approaching this with zeal of a convert. ;-) Welcome to the Dark (roast) side.
Lynn and I had a similar coffee epiphany, although ours happened in our mid twenties. When we first moved back to Denver after getting married, we stayed for a few weeks at her middle brother's house. There we had, for the first time, real FRESH GROUND coffee. Hmmm...tasted a lot different than the Folger's crap my parents would PERK (shudder!). There have been fresh beans in the freezer and a grinder ever since.
We have always used a simple Melitta drip (with #6 unbleached filters)and pretty much nothing but French Roast or Espresso with non-Columbian beans will do. The State Journal had an interesting article about home roasting last week. It looked very interesting and fun but, guess what, I already have too many hobbies.
I will confess to drinking nuked coffee that has sat on the counter for a day, however, so I'm not THAT much of a purist.
Funny you mention the Melitta drip - I was checking those out at a kitchen store last night. Elegant in its simplicity. This Giz article was a good read for me when they re-ran it back in late December: http://gizmodo.com/5345785/giz-explains-how-to-actually-make-coffee
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