The automatic coffeemaker came from a yard sale. A Cuisinart for, as I recall, five bucks or so. It even grinds its own beans at 4 in the morning, just like we ordered.
We like our brew with a Latin kick. Cuban roasted, for instance. Like espresso, which I turn au lait – or, in this case, Ole’!
Even curbing back my caffeine intake to a cup a day, as my doctor ordered, it’s heavenly.
Imagine rolling over in bed, hearing the grinder kick in downstairs, and then finding the pot freshly made.
What a way to say good morning to the world!
