Before Mr. Coffee there was this guy

I love to drink coffee as most of you already know.  It’s what gets me through the day and a staple of southern society.  I don’t think that I’ve ever been to someone’s house when fresh coffee wasn’t offered, the wonderful aroma welcoming a sit down conversation.

What most of you didn’t know, though, is that I have a favorite coffee pot: this one.  It was made between 1892 and 1920.  It’s a Rome peculator that holds around 4 cups and is made to be ‘cooked’ on the stove stop. It doesn’t use filters either. It has a permanent metal one that you fill with grounds.

The age of the pot is difficult to pin down as I can’t seem to find any like it online.  I did find out, however, that around 1920 the company was bought out by Revere Ware (the folks who make the expensive copper cookware today) and they stopped putting the ‘Rome’ name on the pots and started placing a combo of both.  Soon it was just ‘Revere Ware’ that graced the appliances.

I bought the coffee pot years ago in a  tiny mom and pop owned antique store. I paid the lady five dollars for it. It does have a few dents in the pot and the silver is worn down to the copper underneath in a few spots which may have been why it was so cheap. But, other than that it’s in great condition and still has all it’s parts.

For the longest time it just sat in my kitchen as a decoration.  That was until  hurricane Gustav hit a few years back.Without power, my husband and I were desperate for a cup of coffee.  I decided to give my little guy a shot.  So he got a good washing and was soon filled with water and grounds. I can’t express to you in words what a great cup of coffee that was, and I’ve used my antique ever since.

Not all the time, mind you.  Usually it’s just used in the afternoon or after lunch when it’s just me at home and I’m craving caffeine.  It doesn’t do for company use  as it only holds the four small cups.

Now, I must mention that it does have a tendency to leave a residue of grounds in the bottom of one’s  cup, but it doesn’t interfere with the flavor one bit.  In fact some folks in these parts wouldn’t say it was a great cup of coffee unless it had the residue.Those same folks usually drink their coffee from a French drip pot which is a whole different, but wonderful experience altogether.

 

 

I had a dream

I had a very weird dream the other night.   I dreamed that I had glued googly eyes to all the bananas in our kitchen and drawn funny smiles to match underneath.  Why exactly I had this dream I couldn’t tell ya.

Maybe it was the second helping of crawfish pie I had eaten for dinner…..or it could have been the half box of  frosted oatmeal cookies consumed afterwords. I just know it had nothing to do with the large bowl of chocolate cereal downed right before I brushed my teeth.  No, defiantly not that.

BUT… When I went grocery shopping that afternoon after the dream, guess what I found? Staring at me in the produce section was a bunch of bananas with face stickers stuck to them—silly, goofy face stickers mocking me.

Big Brother done gone and stole my idea!  (yes, I’m aware of the terrible use of grammar and sentence structure in that sentence…) Who knows what they will be stealing from me next.  I had better not mention my idea of a toilet paper roll that lights up in the dark  so one can see to use the ‘can’ at 2am without having to turn on the overhead light.

(Yes, I know; this is not a picture of a banana but  of  a pumpkin. But in my defense, it was the only fruit that I had around the house with googly eyes glued to it. Just use your imagination and picture it as a banana…..)