Coffeemakers. You can't have enough of 'em. Our kitchen counter looks like something out of Ambrogio Fumagalli's Coffeemakers: Machine Da Caffe (1995). In addition to our Cuisnart, our Melita single cup maker, our French press, our Clever Dripper®, and our new Nespresso, ( #noKeurig), we have recently been enjoying a revival of the vintage stove top coffee percolator that came from Denise's parents. We have been making coffee on the weekends this way, when time allows.
When we used to visit her mother and father in Queens, we always had coffee from this same percolator. They would pre- measure out six heaping tablespoons of coffee (Brown Gold from the local supermarket was their brand) and six cups of water the night before and start it in the morning. It would take about seven minutes to make coffee once the water started to boil and percolate through the basket of coffee, but Denise's mother would never set a timer. She could "feel it her bones" when it was ready and the aroma filled their apartment. It made excellent coffee and it was hot, through and through. Combine it with crumb cakes from the local German bakery and goodies from the nearby Polish and Italian bakeries and there was never any better breakfast.
And who doesn't like the word, "percolate?" Besides the formal definition surrounding the process making coffee using this technique, the word has the connotation of allowing something -- an idea, a memory, or a quote from a book to seep into one's thought process and take hold. "Percolate" sounds much better than "drip" any day.