Coffee is my number one comfort food. At one time, in graduate school, when I was young and very tired from long hours of physical and emotional work, I drank two pots, pots, of coffee a day and slept well at night.
Later in my life, a doctor wanted to put me on a statin drug, not because my cholesterol was high, but because they were supposed to be so very good for one's arteries. I tried it. It was VERY painful, so I stopped it. My doctor was upset with me and implied that I would die of dementia like my mother, or of a heart attack (probably more from that conversation than from arterial hardening). I decided that I would rather live fewer years absent of agonizing pain, than live 30 years in agonizing pain; odd of me I know. Now experts are saying that several cups of coffee a day are better for one than a statin. Did I mention that the same sill Doc had wanted me to stop drinking coffee?
As I said, I love my coffee. I am also very picky about my coffee maker. I will only use a maker with a cone shaped filter. I use Melita filters, recycled paper filters, never a brass reusable one. I brew strong, aromatic coffee and I drink it hot, tepid or cold, usually sixteen ounces at a time.
I purchased a coffee maker for my son's dorm room which had all the features I prefer and an auto shut off, which the college required. It got a little moldy and he refused to use it anymore, so I brought it home and I use it (it is completely clean now). It makes great coffee and I have enjoyed it for two years.
It was only this past weekend that I realized, not unlike poor Luke Skywalker, that Darth Vader has a place in my home!
The coffee has never been a greater force in my life.
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