Remembering the time my entire pour-over setup slid off a wobbly table at a campsite near Bend, Oregon, leaving me with a carafe of grounds and cold water.

I spent the next 20 minutes picking coffee silt out of the gravel with a plastic fork while my friend just handed me a can of cheap gas station brew, asking 'is this enthusiast enough for you?'

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reese17723d ago

That friend handing you the gas station can is the kind of brutal honesty we all need sometimes. The universe looked at your pour-over ritual and said 'absolutely not'. Honestly, picking grounds out of gravel with a fork is the most dedicated, and saddest, coffee ceremony I've ever heard of. Bet that cheap brew tasted like defeat, but also maybe like a pretty good time-saver.

felix_thomas7323d ago

Been there, done that.