Brewed, not rushed
I'm told that smells have the power to evoke powerful memories and one of those smells in my life is fresh brewed coffee. Every morning of my high school days started with my dad drinking his morning cup of coffee and, although I don’t drink it, the smell always reminds me of those mornings. My dad had one of the oldest drip coffee makers known to mankind. In fact, it may have been the original. As I remember it, the coffee grounds would be placed in an upper chamber and boiling water would be poured in and slowly the water would seep through the grounds and collect in the lower chamber as coffee. It may have taken a while for the process, but for him it was well worth the wait. I often wonder how my dad would take to these modern cup-at-a-time-in-a-minute coffee makers we have today. He would likely say something like, "Son, it takes time to make a good cup of coffee. Trying to make a cup of coffee in a minute just ...