M gave me this lovely French press last night. It has been one of those weeks where surprises are good, even necessary. I have been after one of these since my trip to Milwaukee and my friend Stephanie made us wonderful coffee in a French press. I love the slow food movement, especially, knowing where you food comes from and being a part of the process. Perhaps there should be a slow coffee movement.
First, you measure out the office.
Then you pour hot (not boiling water) and measure.
And you add the hot water to the coffee.
You have to wait for magic to happen.
I know, it’s hard.