I adore coffee. Nay, I need coffee. Yes, I need the perk-up from the caffeine. But I also need the rich aroma, the warmth, and the ritual.
However, when I’m barely awake and need need need that coffee right now, 4 minutes can seem like an eternity. Especially when there’s no pause-and-pour function. (This is what society has done to me. I need everything yesterday.) I put in the coffee filter and grounds each evening, but I had to actually (*gasp!*) pour the water in every morning.
So, every morning, I would stumble downstairs, fill up the carafe, and pour the water in the top, dribbling about half of it all over the counter. I’d wipe it up and then I’d stand there, bleary-eyed, irritated and impatient, watching the stupid, slow coffee maker do its thing. Waiting… waiting… waiting… for there to be enough coffee in the pot so that I could slide the carafe to the side, shove my coffee cup under the flowing stream and tilt the carafe just right to fill up the cup. Then I had to whisk the cup out and shove the carafe back in. Every time, coffee would slosh and dribble down to the pot-warmer plate, sizzling and making that burnt-coffee smell. Yuck.
I visited my sister and brother-in-law last fall and they had, wonder of wonders, a programmable coffee maker. It was as if the clouds parted and glory shone down from on high. Here was the solution to all of my problems!
Still, though, I debated. My coffee maker works fine. It was expensive. I don’t need to spend money on a new one. But I was secretly researching programmable coffee makers on Amazon. I finally decided that I really wanted this Cuisinart Programmable Coffeemaker. I put it on my wish list and let it be known that I wanted it for Christmas.

False advertising, though. Amazon does not send two blue cups. Or coffee.
Lo and behold, my grandmother offered to send me the money to order it for myself. So I did. And in a mere two days (three cheers for Amazon Prime!), I had my new loverboy coffee maker. It was a little complicated to set up (remember, my other one had only two switches, and this one had about eleventy gazillion by comparison). But I finally figured it out.
Now, every morning, I stumble down the stairs, and my coffee is ready and waiting. No water. No impatience. No mess. I feel like a kept woman. Spoiled rotten. And loving it.
This post is linked up to Things I Love Thursday at The Diaper Diaries.
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