This is our coffee pot. It makes wonderful coffee.
It does not not plug into anything. It has no clock. No timer. No buttons at all.
It doesn’t froth or flavor. You have to unscrew it in the middle and put in water and ground coffee. You screw it back together. Place it on heat. Wait. I don’t know exactly how long it takes, probably a little different every day. It boils and lets out this sigh of relief when it’s done. Not an anxious sigh, but the kind that says, “I’ve been waiting just for you.”
No movie stars promote our coffee maker on television. It shines only in our blue kitchen.
I love our coffee maker. I love the smell of coffee that lingers through the day. I love the person I have breakfast with every morning. Maybe that’s what real love does…makes you fall in love with your own life.
I’ll drink to that…just black please.