AKA Abraham Bacoln

Or maybe there’s a better word for it
April 10, 2007, 9:04 pm
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If eating breakfast at 8:00 PM is wrong …

Originally uploaded by Kevin O’Mara.

So this it. My transformation to snobbery is apparently complete. Wait, no, it’s not snobbery because I don’t care how anyone else does it, just how I do it. That makes me … um … what’s that word? A connoisseur? Afficionado? Those words both sound too snobby. Maybe I am a snob.

Wait, no, I still don’t care how you drink your coffee.

AAAANYWAY so yeah I broke my French press the other day. It was the one that Henry and Heather gave me for Christmas and that totally ruined me on coffee. I thought for sure I could never find time in the mornings to boil water and grind and steep and then drink but after Day One I was hooked. Then I had to go and break the glass and deprive myself of delicious rich hot coffee, so I dug out my old four-cup coffee maker.

Deprive myself I did, because now I finally understand what Henry has been going on about regarding cheap coffee makers and how they don’t get the water nearly hot enough. I got out Mr. Coffee. I put in the normal amount of grounds and got back tea. I was incensed to say the least. How dare you decide not to make acceptible brew anymore, Mr. Coffee? What’s up with that? The next morning I put in some extra grounds, maybe one-and-a-half times what I thought I should, and still got tea. Darker tea, but tea nonetheless. I think I might have cried a little bit.

While discussing this over beans last night I was informed by Stacie that over at Find-A-Bear where she works they sell French presses. I left campus on break today and went over to save myself from the tiny kitchen dictator that is Mr. Coffee and ran straight into the arms of a sleek metal and glass beauty.

Tonight I found myself fantasizing about just how good my coffee was going to be in the morning and decided I couldn’t wait. OH YES that’s why I posted a picture of the food, it’s because it didn’t feel right to drink coffee with normal dinner so I had to make some breakfast.

It didn’t really occur to me to write about this until after the picture was taken and the food devoured so you’re left with an image wherein you can’t even really see my new French press. But you know what? That doesn’t matter, you know what they look like anyway.

The point is that I am a changed man. I drank some Folgered-up swill from a commercial Bunn maker in New Orleans, and then I gradually progressed to buying and grinding beans while in Portland, and came back here to witness the sad end of Gridges, graduated to a press (THANKS HENRY FOR RUINING ME) and now tried to take a step back and it was painful. I guess this is it. I’m really a coffee snob now.

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Hm…the time investment has always been prohibitive to me–i’ve never tried the French Press…for coffee, anyway. I used to do it all the time for tea…when I worked at a tea room, but even then, someone else prepared it for me.

Comment by Rebecca

Part two of my master plan is to get you hooked on Vacuum Brewed coffee… when I get my Hario Deco.

Comment by Henry

Whoa. That looks wicked.

Comment by Kevin O'Mara

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