Coffee and me go back a long time and our relationship has been pretty stormy. There was a time, good few years ago, when coffee was not enough - I implemented the daily intake of caffeine with 3-4 energy drinks which (you can probably guess) only left me poorer and craving for more. There was a long period of rather bland, boring, but oh-so-quick instant coffee - two spoonfuls of coffee powder, two of sugar, fill half with water and half with milk, drink by the bucket.
Then there was another time when I divorced my coffee completely - I was on 3-4 cups of coffee during an office day and it made me feel invariably awful. For a short while I've become an anti-caffeine zealot, not only abstaining from drinking any, but also preaching near and far on eternal damnation unless you quit NOW. I do tend to be weird.
Then two things happened and suddenly coffee stopped being a menace. My days in the office were over, and so was constant stress that goes arm in arm with corporate employment. And I discovered the French press.
Instant coffee is a thing that happens to me very rarely these days and I don't miss it one bit. Now, the glorious, pitch-black liquid that pours out of my French press each morning.... Mmmmm... I don't get out of bed without it (not for longer that it takes to make it, that is). It's not even the caffeine (although I did read that the content is disctinctly higher than that of the instant mud) - it's a feast for the senses. Taste, smell, bitterish smoothness warming my mouth - it was an instant addiction. Trust me, there is no better coffee than French pressed coffee*. Try it out.
*Ok, pressure brewing may rival French press. But it's a question of spending 10 bucks versus 1000 bucks...
