As some of you may recall, I've been on the lookout for certain items and I found at least one of them at a flea market this weekend.
I haven't used a drip coffee pot in well over 30 years, so I knew it was going to take a few tries before I could manifest a decent cup of coffee.
First of all -- cups were a lot smaller back in the day; and they were...cups...not mugs. And, if they were mugs, they were small mugs, not big honkin' mugs like I possess. So this 6-cup Wearever pot actually yields two Linguini "cups."
My first stab at using the pot and following the grounds amounts given on the pot gave me a cup of coffee that would peel the paint off the wall. There are those who would say that my usual cup of coffee does that, but these are usually tea drinkers who only occasionally venture into the world of coffee. I do make strong coffee -- but even I had trouble getting this morning's version down without copious amounts of creamer.
Timewise, it took just a little longer to make a pot of coffee, but not much more than usual. That was kind of a nice surprise. I don't like having to wait very long for my morning caffeine hit.
The nicest part of it, though, is that not having a coffee maker frees up precious counter space. Counter space is at a premium around here.