This being said—For 1-2 ½ cups of coffee at a time made to actual perfection—all you need is a French press. The drawback: Cleaning it. You have to rinse the strainer screen after each use AND you actually do have coffee grains left afterward that must be dumped. Answer: Garden. They are very good for your plants and smell good. You just fill the press pot with water again (with the strainer removed, duh), swish it around, and then with great flair…TOSS it into the garden. By garden I mean land mass that is not concrete. Lets be honest, I do live in TX and therefore consider any grass that grows instead of bare dirt (back patio) a lush paradise-like garden. If a small shrubbery or dare I say—tree grows well, that’s freakin’ Eden folks! But, I digress (most over used expression commonly used lately)…COFFEE.
While shopping for a Senseo 3 years ago when the popularity was very high a helpful woman aisle-ing with me said, “Don’t get a machine for one cup of coffee!!!! Get a French Press!” It was a light bulb moment for me as I have been using a French Press for 18 years and this simple perfection hadn’t actually occurred to me. The coffee from a Press is like buttery silk coffee bean perfection. There are not enough fluffy and smooth words to describe it. These cups of Joe don’t require a drop of icky coffee creamer or sugar. It is the equivalent of “Camp Coffee” (coffee made over a camp fire in a percolator or sauce pan). Yes, that good. So, I fought off the intensely American urge to purchase, have for my very own, and store in dusty shelves of over-cluttered home one more unnecessary object. Yes, I felt superior--the real well traveled--all knowing--engaging woman--we all want to claim is our friend--kind of Superiority.

Well, Husband/Sex Tool received one as a prize of some kind and so there it sets on the counter of the mid-refurbished kitchen. I made a cup. I really did like the ability to place my beautiful but small specialty tea cups on the tray. I love the way the frothy lovely coffee goodness perks directly into the lovely waiting cup. A frothy layer sits atop the coffee below promising a prompt sumptuous caffeine high. I mean really folks—take a look at this very arty treat for the senses. Tell me you do not want a cup right now!
Bubble-Bursting Moment: It tastes bitter and acrid. Not at all as lovely-jubly as coffee from my French Press. Alas, arty treat does still win out for a bit…I am going to try some other “coffee discs”. Perhaps, I just have the bitter one. I can’t get frothy tops out of my French Press. I can’t get the ease of casually rinsing the “coffee disc” strainer in the sink and pushing the machine to the back of the counter. So, we will play with it while we are post- refurbish in this kitchen of ours and see what happens.

Should Senseo stay or go, now?!? We shall see. Will I pack it up and send it to one of you?!? Yeah, like I could re-package something, get an address on a label, go to the post office and actually mail something!?! I’m not that Superior. I’m working on it; however, I can always make a pot of French Press coffee and feel better about myself.