my dad's coffee

this was a comment i made to one of emily1's posts, but it seemed worthy of its own entry, so i repeat it here.

my dad has been an intense coffee-drinker for his whole life. he never changes his method. it's the one routine in my life i count on: how my father boils the water in a kettle, puts a whole lot of grinds in the same glass measuring cup he's used since i were a child, adds boiling water, waits a few minutes, then pours the brewed stuff through an honest-to-god paper-lined plastic filter that sits on top of his cup. it's as low-tech as coffee gets and strong as hell.

only he got a french press for christmas. and i showed him how to use it. and he tried it. and now he only makes his coffee like that.

so for the last, say, thirty years, my dad has made three to six cups of coffee each day using the same utensils, the same coffee - everything. but since xmas, he's using high-grade espresso beans and a french press. it's more than a mite disturbing for me.

i guess that's his midlife crisis. coulda bin worse. coulda gotten into stupid cars. instead, he changed his ingrained coffee routine and started collecting miniature soldiers offa eBay. (that's another story.)