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.*
At home: we use a drip machine with an insulated carafe to keep the coffee warm throughout the morning. And a gold, reusable filter - we bought it aftermarket - so no paper filters in this house. We don't use a single-serve or capsule machine because even though some say the cups are recyclable, you need to collect the cups (ie - store somewhere in my tiny house - no thanks) and then send them back in the mail. We prefer to grind our own each day and compost the grounds ourselves. More work yes, convenient, not so much, but collecting those grounds has paid off in our tomato garden.
When something goes awry with the coffee maker, we try to fix it rather than replace it. This thing broke once:
So we found another online and while we waited for it to arrive we huddled in a dank, dark corner of the house, sharpening our teeth and whispering to ourselves, waiting for our Precious to arrive.
At the coffee roaster: we refuse the bag and use a container to get the beans. My 5.25 cup red Rubbermaid (I know it's plastic but I had it on hand) almost perfectly holds one pound of coffee. We get beans every two weeks and make a family date out of going to the coffee shop. One less breakfast for mommy to make.
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.
The ones that keep your coffee piping hot until baby's second nap are contraptions that trap old coffee in the cavities of the lid and nothing ruins a morning with the barista like the smell of rotting cream in your cup.
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.