|Kotowa Coffee plantation in Boquete, Panama.|
Coffee. How do we love thee? Let us count the ways.
At home, at the shop, in a cup or in a bag, at the table, on the tree,
in the car, by sun, by candle-light,
dark for him, brown for me.*
When something goes awry with the coffee maker, we try to fix it rather than replace it. This thing broke once:
|"Thingy." I believe that's its official name.|
|Holds JUST shy of a|
pound of coffee.
At the coffee shop: I bring a simple coffee cup. I used to collect coffee cups, looking for the perfect mix of form and function, one that looked good, kept my coffee warm, didn't leak and was easy to clean.
It doesn't exist.
|Doesn't keep coffee hot for|
long but easy to clean.
Now I have a simple cup that leaks, and lets my coffee get cold, but is easy to clean and I bring it with me to the cafe. I usually get a 10¢ discount and no waste save the water to rinse it out.
So that's what we do. Any other ideas I may have missed? There's probably a better way to make coffee that doesn't use a machine designed for rapid obsolescence.
*My apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning. We really do love our coffee though. It has become my "most quiet need" indeed.