This brings me to another story. One afternoon, in walks my wife carrying a large box. She brought home an unexpected gift.
“Look what I found by the Dumpster,” she announced. “A brand new K-cup machine. Doesn’t look like anybody’s touched it. Either it’s a gift from heaven or some resident in our condo association left it for a lucky trash disposer. And I just happened to come along and see it first.”
I’ve heard about these contraptions. People in my family put it right up there with the invention of the microwave and computer. Every house should have one.
Not mine. I was very content with my little coffeemaker until the glass pot caught the end of a broom handle and went crashing to the floor. My trusty container had met an untimely death.
“Hello K-Cupper. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” A box of pods arrived at our home and it worked nicely, just as its reputation had indicated. I had no idea what options we had with this brewmeister. The guidebook alone was 35 pages. Three words described its magic. “Choose. Brew. Enjoy.” Simple as that.
Fifteen of the world’s premier gourmet brands would bring me more than 200 varieties of coffee, tea, hot cocoa and iced beverages. Suddenly, I was being introduced to a new coffee world.
The more I looked, the more I’d seen them everywhere. In my doctor’s office. At the health spa I attend. Hotel rooms and offices I visit. One carousal contained 30 different pods.
The first time I used it, the maker worked perfectly. I placed a pod into the holder, lowered the lid and put the desired portion into my cup. Out dribbled the coffee in a steady stream until it stopped.
Welcome to the new coffee world, Tom. What was left of my small coffeemaker was suddenly discarded. My coffee habits were also about to change radically.