If my coffee maker had died after it made my coffee yesterday morning, I could have then gone out and bought a new one (fixing the old one would be preferable, but it was beyond my skills). Since that is not the way it transpired, I had the makings of a modern dilemma on my hands. I would have to leave the house without my morning coffee to go out and purchase the new coffee maker.
Yes, there are obvious solutions. I could “suck it up” and go and get the coffee maker and return and make my coffee. There is a slight problem with that. I dislike dealing with retail people normally. Without my demeanour caffeinated…..I would rather not think about it.
I could go out and buy a cup of coffee. Yeah, that works. The Roll Up The Rim promotion appears to be over though and I really don’t want to do anything that could be habit forming. Besides, one cup isn’t really enough for the morning.
I went for option three. I pulled out my miniature percolator and made my morning coffee old school.
I have a bit of history with this device. My Oma (grandmother for those of you who did not grow up with German (or Dutch) speaking grandparents) always made coffee on the stove using a large glass percolator. I always enjoyed the smell of the thing when I was at their house. Often I thought I should buy one for myself.
When I lived in Japan, home coffee makers weren’t very common. We had one in our apartment, but based on the English only labels on the controls, I knew someone had brought it from the US. It was a legacy item for the apartment, but it died at some point in my stay. So, when I came home for Christmas one year, I bought a percolator just like the one you see in the picture. I don’t know if the other apartment dwellers enjoyed the aroma of coffee the way I did. They never told me, but I like to think it got them talking about the coffee crazy Gaijin in apartment 203.
I left that one in Japan with a student who liked to make coffee and purchased this one from the same shop (Pro Hardware) when I moved back. I used it a few times, but mostly on days when I had a lot of time for the aroma of the percolator to fill the rooms in my place. I put it on a high shelf in my pantry until I needed it.
The first couple of cups were not particularly good, but the second attempt was much better. Unfortunately, it requires more time than I have in the morning, so I went and bought a new drip model in the afternoon at Canadian Tire. However, I think I will keep this one out of storage to use on the weekends when I have the time to make and drink my coffee.
The cause of Today’s Perfect Moment isn’t great, but the slightly nostalgic result feels pretty good.