For some reason, there was coffee flowing down the outside of the caraffe — and it flowed right down into the electronic guts that turn it on and off. Not anymore.
After a period of weeping and gnashing of teeth, I went to the basement to dig out Plan-B: the Coleman 9-Cup Aluminum Coffee Pot.
This is a true American classic, even though these days itâ€™s certainly made in China. These make coffee that will kick your ass six ways to Sunday, a dark and rich brew thatâ€™s not just caffeinated jet fuel, but dense with coffee grounds to boot. Mmmmm… chunky.
The Coleman has only seen the kitchen during the occasional power outage; its natural habitat is outdoors on the propane stove, where you sit tired and cold in a camp chair, waiting for the perking coffee to get sufficiently brown.
The internet informs me that our new coffee maker will be delivered today, and the Coleman goes back into the camping bin. I may take it out now and then anyway, along with the little propane burner.
To me, coffee often tastes better outside, like when youâ€™re sitting on the deck early in the morning. Even better when itâ€™s brewed under the big sky, chunks and all.