I love coffee. Like, a lot. I have a coffee pot, a French press, a single brew cup, and several blends on my counter top. If you ask me my favorite couple, it’s not Romeo and Juliet or Rhett and Scarlett, but hot coffee and a good book. And myself. Yes, a threesome. Heavenly.
But I had two problems with coffee, until recently. I didn’t tell anyone, because coffee problems are akin to what our friend Jo calls champagne problems, which means basically that you should shut the hell up about your problems because there are bigger fish to fry out there, like global warming or world hunger or AIDS. Which is true. But, you see, I was still having these coffee problems.
Problem One: I had no way to make great iced coffee, that perfect afternoon pick-me-up. I only have one coffee pot and I only make coffee in the morning. I don’t have time to cold brew (even though the New York Times makes it sound so awesome) and I also have zero interest in pouring hot coffee over ice and drinking the watery mess that would result.
Problem Two: I’m wasteful with my coffee, which I hate. I make a big pot, drink one cup, and then the rest sits all day, only to be dumped out that night.
But you guys! I got smart! I combined my problems, and instead of a bigger problem, I actually got a solution. I don’t think that’s how it normally works, but I’m not great at math, so I’m just going to revel in my problem-solving skills instead and hope that nobody asks me what grades I got in high school algebra.
Yep, I got smart, got a cute vintage bottle, and got around to recycling my coffee.