My coffee maker is on the fritz again. I can’t seem to get more than a few years out of even the most expensive model. Clearly I must be doing something wrong. Not everyone buys a new coffee maker every three years or less. I’ve had the no-frills version (lasted the longest – five years before the burner broke), a fancy version that brewed into a thermal carafe (it could be counted on to overflow at an inconvenient time), expensive models with timers and all sorts of bells and whistles.
And then I have this cup-top brewer. I think I paid a couple of bucks for it. I know it was less than three, anyway. It works Every. Single. Time. There’s nothing to break. If I want to make a cup of coffee for a friend who doesn’t prefer that her coffee be strong enough in which to stand a spoon, why, I can make her a cup her way. It doesn’t take any longer to make a cup of coffee than a cup of tea, it’s fresh each time you make it and you’re not mindlessly drinking too much coffee because there’s a full pot around. (Goddess of Java, I may be, but I have a human liver that shouldn’t be asked to absorb too many drugs too often).
I am so disgusted with coffee makers, I swear I think I am going to buy the ten cup version (which is still cheaper than almost any automatic coffee maker on the market) for those rare occasions when I need ten cups of coffee all at once. For parties, I can pour it in my thermal pump pot and be done with it.