Can you think of anything that once you have it, life before it just seemed dull, drab and gray, and you wonder how you coped in an "
itless" world? Well, let me tell you a little story...
Meet the French Press, or in it's native tongue, "Le French Press". I haven't named her, but that's only because I haven't known her long enough... Really, she's a glass pot with a weird screen plunger thingy that actually pushes the coffee through the water, and she makes the most wonderful cup of coffee you could imagine. Here's how...
In order to take maximum advantage of all her abilities, the Press-er does need both very coarsely ground coffee and an accurate tablespoon. (Not a Chinese tablespoon, they're smaller...)
One Tbs. coffee, (I prefer French Roast, just to keep things simple.) per 4 oz. piping hot water. Pour aforementioned water right on top of coffee, then let them get to know each other for...
Almost ready!
Ding! Four
excrutiating minutes of torment later, you are ready to perform the namesake "press". Firmly take hold of the knob
thinger, and "press" all the way to the bottom. I just can't tell you how
theraputic this is for me. It's like making your own butter, or smoking a good cigar in the dark listening to Leonard Cohen in your pajamas... It's as if I'm pushing all may cares to the bottom of that glass and drinking what's left. Too bad it only takes 3 seconds... but there's always that second cup, eh?
Finished Product: THE BEST cup of coffee in the world, full of nutty love-steeped goodness with a head on it like an Irish beer. Not for the faint of heart, or naturally nervous...
My hunny went out with a friend last night to "ketchup", and they stayed later than originally planned. So, in a desperate attempt to make her regret it, I made this:
It's a pesto, tomato, onion, garlic, zucchini, Parmesan italian herb marinated pizza on a homemade crust, lightly basted in garlic butter, all ingredients organic, of course.
Meet the French Press, or in it's native tongue, "Le French Press". I haven't named her, but that's only because I haven't known her long enough... Really, she's a glass pot with a weird screen plunger thingy that actually pushes the coffee through the water, and she makes the most wonderful cup of coffee you could imagine. Here's how...
In order to take maximum advantage of all her abilities, the Press-er does need both very coarsely ground coffee and an accurate tablespoon. (Not a Chinese tablespoon, they're smaller...)
One Tbs. coffee, (I prefer French Roast, just to keep things simple.) per 4 oz. piping hot water. Pour aforementioned water right on top of coffee, then let them get to know each other for...
Almost ready!
Ding! Four excrutiating minutes of torment later, you are ready to perform the namesake "press". Firmly take hold of the knob thinger, and "press" all the way to the bottom. I just can't tell you how theraputic this is for me. It's like making your own butter, or smoking a good cigar in the dark listening to Leonard Cohen in your pajamas... It's as if I'm pushing all may cares to the bottom of that glass and drinking what's left. Too bad it only takes 3 seconds... but there's always that second cup, eh?
Finished Product: THE BEST cup of coffee in the world, full of nutty love-steeped goodness with a head on it like an Irish beer. Not for the faint of heart, or naturally nervous...
