FILTERING COFFEE

After a bit of market research,I recently treated myself to a coffee machine via mail order. This one was made by Cuisinart, they describe it as a 'grind and brew'; the machine was able, it said, to use beans and pre-ground coffee. There was a glass serving jug and the machine itself had a neat design.

Because the 'grinder' was designed as part of the water piping system to the coffee filter, it was necessary to dry out the 'grinder' after making coffee whether the 'grinder' was used or not.

If you used pre-ground coffee, the 'grinder' was not used in the preparation of coffee, but as said, all the gizmos associated with making coffee got wet, irrespective of what type of coffee was made.

Beans, good quality beans, did not work well at all; the end product, the coffee drink, had a distasteful flavour. You might consider this strange. I did,  and so I set about trying out different approaches to creating an acceptable brew, for example, using less or more coffee beans, less or more water, and filtering more slowly to extract flavour.

The crunch came when I brewed a number of cups from the good beans, when I had visitors. The coffee tasted really peculiar, no-one finished their cups and everyone politely refused top ups.

I have a coffee bean grinder which is more than twenty six years old. Using it, I did the experiment and ground some beans.  The resulting grind of beans was then transferred to the machine for filtering. Guess what! My coffee tasted like it should have, and why, because this new 'grind and brew' machine really only functioned acceptably as a basic filter coffee machine, an expensive one at that.

When I queried the abilities of the new machine, I was told the 'grinder' chopped, it did not grind. This was a surprising revelation! Why then is it marketed as a 'grind and brew'? It chops and brews. Had I realised this, I would not have bought the machine. Chopping and brewing.... now I know why the machine produced an unpleasant coffee drink when I used coffee beans.  It seems to me, the marketing of the machine relies on ignorance. It is just an expensive coffee filter machine with a chopper in it. 

If anyone wishes make a filter coffee brew with their own ground beans, then use a real grinder, one made for the purpose,  a burr grinder,  manual or electric; then take a jug and use a filter on top, or, use a cafetiere, or buy a basic coffee filter machine. These are much more economic options for obtaining an enjoyable cup coffee than the machine I tried out.  

I have learnt a lot about the technicalities of burr grinding, (since the unfortunate purchase I made) and why burr grinding is best for protecting and retaining the flavour and aroma of a roasted coffee bean.

 

A stylish manual burr grinder

WHAT DO YOU UNDERSTAND BY THIS?

Request to a waitress:

Do you have filter coffee? ......

The waitress nods and says ...yes

May we have either a cafetiere each of filter coffee please and a small pot of hot milk or,
A cafetiere for two and a little pot of hot milk, please.

That's fine, she replied and she trotted off to deal with the order.
  
What  is your understanding of this request?

THAT WILL DO FOR ANOTHER YEAR!

Pre-theatre eating is fraught with timing difficulties, as well as where's best to go in an unfamiliar town. We half-heartedly toured the main streets and surveyed what was around by peering at menus, looking through windows, and at the end of it remaining undecided.

Trying to sit quietly and rest from our epicurean search, we found ourselves sipping excellent coffee in an independent coffee house, together with a liquor besotted Scotsman trying to sober up on real coffee. He tried to converse,very loudly. When the chat stuttered to a natural halt with us, we were engrossed in some truly great reading materials, he 'pestered' the shop owner. His slurring words cycled through life and death manipulations, attempts at offensiveness - the guy was too drunk to manage it - to eventually attempting fond farewells at the open shop door, right by us. Although fine and dry, it was pretty cold outside and our coffees did not stand sipping intermittently with that low temperature exposure.

Having been relieved of his disturbing customer, the shopkeeper took a charitable line about him and others in the same position, kind of apologetically, then spent the next 10 minutes sharing his personal love of religion with us.

We paid our dues, and set off for more ambling, this time towards a river side area. So he could speak on the cell phone with reduced noise interference from traffic flow, hubby stood in a doorway. As luck would have it, it was the entrance to a restaurant serving early evening meals at an economic price for two courses. We went in and enjoyed a pre-theatre munch.

Widow Twanky, the pantomime dame. In the interval of the show, which was very entertaining, (nothing to do with pantomimes) I could not link the character with the panto, neither could hubby. S/he ran a laundry in old Peking. But then in came India. I got fed up with the muddled cogitations and gave them a rest. The confusion of modern day productions that seem to put three pantomime stories into one, together with any other odd vignettes which fly around at the time like dust, was reflected in my thinking. Anyway, we are now out of our 'misery'.........Aladdin. That will do for another year!