Like The Jeffersons I feel I moving on up….in the coffee world that is.
If you are anything like me (for your loved ones sanity, I surely hope not) it’s becoming increasingly harder to make a Christmas list as I get older. Each year I go through this ritual of deciding what I would like to receive under the tree on Christmas morning. To tell you the truth there’s not that much that I need or require to function my day to day life. I’d much rather just buy gifts for others than receive any on Christmas anyway.
When I was younger the process of making a Christmas was easy. I wanted everything. The Sears Christmas catalogue would come to our house in October and I would cut out and paste the pictures onto my list so my family had some visual recognition of the gifts I required. This method was very effective.
My Dad, Ricco, is the catalyst for all things Christmas for my family. He’s got a little problem….he likes to shop and by that I mean he likes to shop a lot. So he demands that the Christmas list are in by November. This year was no different. I was banging my head for stuff that I could put down. I’m to the point in my life where if I need or want something in July I don’t wait for Christmas or my birthday to get it. I can usually rationalize the purchase or beg the First Lady for permission to buy it.
This year though there was one item that I really wanted. I purposely didn’t go out to buy one because I thought it would be an easy gift for someone to get me. The gift in question was a coffee press. I know, I know I should set my sights a little higher like a Tag Heuer watch or 60 Inch plasma, but all I really wanted was a coffee press.
Of course with my dad’s penchant for shopping he ended buying me a coffee press and a coffee bean grinder. I couldn’t be happier, thanks Dad. Up until I received the coffee press I was “roughing it” with a 1 cup coffee maker that the First Lady got me last year. Although the 1 Cupper did the job, there’s a notable difference between the two. The aroma of freshly grounded beans is heavenly. If the Leafs were somehow able to drink from Lord Stanley I would imagine that’s how it would smell all over Toronto. Life is grand with the coffee press.