First Time French Press Coffee

Over the past couple years I’ve started to enjoy coffee.  What I once thought of as a bitter, watery caffeine delivery system has become an enjoyable treat.  My journey started with god awful gas station coffee supplemented with flavored creamers.  The occasional glass of iced coffee made with what was left over from my parents’ morning pot was good, but also flooded with creamer.

I slowly started to drink better coffee when it was there, but I still wasn’t completely sold on the stuff.  While at a gathering to mourn the loss of a loved one, one of my relatives made Syrian coffee.  Being adventurous with food, I gave it a try.  Black, no sugar, no cream.  It really opened my eyes to what coffee could be. It was strong, it was pungent, and was like nothing I had ever tasted.

That brings me to my current position.  I learned one of the reasons I never like my parents’ coffee was they made it quite weak.  I started experimenting and found I like a coffee with about twice as much grounds per cup of water.  Since then, I’ve been enjoying quality beans, usually shade grown (and free trade), but still made with a cheapo blade grinder and standard drip coffee maker.

I mentioned the other night at dinner I wanted to get a French Press, when my grandma said she had one she never uses and that I could have it.  After a quick stop at Fresh Market to see what looked fresh, I picked out their New Orleans French roast.  It was dark brown, fragrant, and very oily.  I picked some up, ground a couple tablespoons to try out the French Press and threw the rest in my Airscape canister.

I ground the beans coarse, but very unevenly due to the cheap blade grinder.  Boiled about 3 cups of water, poured one into the press then swirled it around to warm it.  I poured that into my coffee mug, added the grounds to the press, and poured in two cups of water.  I timed the steep for 3.5 minutes.  I slowly depressed the plunger, emptied the hot water from my mug, and poured in the delicious smelling coffee.  I now drink coffee how it’s meant to be: black.

After my first taste, I was hooked.  This was probably the best tasting cup of coffee I’ve ever had.  I’m a real believer in the French Press; if you love coffee and have never tried one, I suggest you give it a try!

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