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Friday, October 11, 2013

coffee maker crisis!

Perhaps the apex of my morning ritual, after yoga, is drinking the first cup of coffee of the day. I steam and froth milk on the stovetop while my automatic drip pot brews two cups of magic elixir.

This morning, alas, the coffee maker lid WOULD NOT OPEN. I kept pressing on the "open" release tab to no avail. In desperation, I pried the lid open with a butter knife, added my water and coffee grounds and clicked the lid closed. As the coffee brewed, I realized that once again, the lid WOULD NOT OPEN.

After drinking said coffee and eating breakfast, I pried the lid open again to suss out the problem. One part of the interior latch was stuck in the closed position. I pressed the exterior open latch. Stuck. I pressed the interior latch and discovered, A-HA, that I could leave it in the open position.

My victory was fleeting, because now the lid wouldn't stay down and closed. I needed something to hold the lid taut. A rubber band didn't work, but the lid to my small dutch oven (enameled cast iron) worked amazingly well. I brewed another pot this afternoon with my re-engineered lid, and the coffee was hot, dark, and strong as always. Success!

My husband jokes that I should continue using this coffeemaker/heavy lid system into the foreseeable future.

I want to research coffeemakers and find a new one with a functional lid and superior brewing capabilities.

Perhaps I should hipster it and only craft pour-overs. Eschew modern technology and go french press or chemex. What about a vintage percolator? Will I have the patience to perfect a hand-crafted brew every morning? Doubtful. All I know is that there will be coffee in my kitchen tomorrow, and for that I'm grateful to my ingenuity.


  1. My son turned me on to the French press and left it behind when he took his Chemex to college. (Yes, he is a hipster). I love the coffee and have come to enjoy the process. It really doesn't take any longer either.

  2. Dr. J - I fell in love with French Press coffee makers one Sunday brunch at a sweet little joint in Leelanau County called Kejara's Bridge. Although KB is no longer in existence, I reminisce about that brunch & what it brought me, almost each time I make a new pot. There was something about the slant of sunlight, sweet conversation, and delectable fare prepared lovingly by The Redheads gals that made me feel alive & made me want to find a way to revel in that feeling again & again. Pam's point is well taken - it doesn't really take any longer to make coffee - but for me, it helps remind me to slow down & enjoy the process. It also tastes deep, dark and delicious. :)