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If you had a camera crew on me (not that you’d want one, I’m just saying hypothetically) while I’m getting ready for work, you’d find that my routine is fairly regimental. I like to wake up around 6:45, take a quick shower, brush my teeth, and then be out the door by 7:20ish.
On nights before work, I’ll have my coffee pot already set up with a fresh filter and a few hearty scoops of Cafe Bustelo. I’ll put enough water in there for about 5 cups, which fills my thermos to the very top and keeps me satiated through the early hours of the day.
It’s on an automatic timer, so while I’m dragging my ass out of bed and getting myself clean for another brutal day in the cubes, I can smell coffee being made in the kitchen. It’s comforting to hear that steady drip from machine into pot, steam steadily rising as glorious bean water drops. It’s fast, it’s wonderfully efficient, and most importantly it’s easy. I don’t even think about how my coffee is getting made in the morning, I just know that it’s going to be ready when I need to be out the door.
On the weekend it’s a bit different. I’m rising around 8:00 a.m. (unless I’ve had a very long night out) and I don’t take a shower right away. I’ll turn the stereo up a few notches higher than it needs to go and let John Mayer sing sweet nothings into my ear. I might go check my mailbox. And then, just before I get a few eggs out to fry up I’m grabbing my French press.
I keep it out on the counter next to the stove at all times, but it’s a piece of equipment that doesn’t see action Monday through Friday.
Making French pressed coffee is a ritual I reserve exclusively for Saturdays and Sundays when I’m not feeling like walking to a bagel shop. While daunting at first, you’ll soon realize that it’s quite easy. All you need is a bag of unground beans, a grinder, some water, a kettle, and of course a French press.
No disrespect to Folgers, Maxwell House, or Cafe Bustelo (because I love all three of those brands with my whole heart) but like I said before – this is a ritual, and it’s one that I like to partake in with high-end coffee beans.
Take a gander through your local grocery store and see what they have – there’s usually a massive selection of fine Ethiopian, Indonesian, American, and Colombian beans to choose from. It’s all about personal preference, though. I like something with a little extra kick in it on a Saturday morning so I almost always go with an Ethiopian bean.
Get the John Mayer cranked up. I recommend something from his “Live in L.A.” show. Turn your coffee grinder on and get 10-11 tablespoons worth of beans in there. “It’s all about the grind, Sizemore. Not too fine, not too course.” If you’re a fan of the movie Black Hawk Down, you’ll understand what I’m talking about.
If not, maybe skip the first few hours of college football and watch that instead. Once you’ve got the beans ground up, you’ll need about 30 ounces of boiling water. This will get you 2 to 3 cups of strong ass coffee and I promise it’s more than enough to satisfy you. Stir the mixture until all of the grounds are fully saturated and let that shit steep for about three minutes. Press the plunger down on the filter and voila – you’ve got Saturday (or Sunday) morning coffee.
I’m not saying that French press coffee is any better than coffee made out of a modern day machine. I use better beans on the weekend than I do during the workweek so it is, objectively better, but it really isn’t about the quality of the coffee.
I just find that it’s a really nice activity to wake up to on a Saturday morning. I’ve used the French press to brew Folgers before and it’s been equally as fun as times when I’ve used Ethiopian Yirgacheffe that cost 25 bucks for 12 ounces.
It really isn’t about the coffee. It never has been. It’s about the ritual. It’s about the preparation that goes into making it with two whole days to do whatever the hell you want that makes it so fun and fulfilling. There’s a weird feeling of accomplishment that comes with completing a batch of French press. You can sit back and say “There. I did something today.” Hope you’ll take my word for it. Enjoy the day..
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