Le French Press!

I love using my kettle again

Several weeks ago my beloved Hello Kitty Coffee Maker took its last gasping breath. We used it for two years straight which is pretty good considering it was pretty cheaply made in the first place. We weren’t even supposed to be using it every day anyway. It was the stop-gap coffee maker to help us get by when our original wedding present coffee maker broke.

The Hello Kitty coffee maker was supposed to be for me when I was pregnant so I could have “decaf” all to myself while Toby drank the more potent stuff from the regular pot. But you can imagine my inner glee when our regular coffee pot broke and Toby (Mr. I’m-too-manly-for-my-Banana-Republic-pants) had to pour himself manly coffee from the pink Hello Kitty pot every day. It kind of made up for the fact that I was struck with the morning sickness from hell and coffee smelled like sour garbage for the entire nine months.


Anyway, this post is not about that. This post is about my NEW FRENCH PRESS! I am so in love. Could it be because it has the word “French” in it? Possibly. But really it does make a fine cup of coffee. It took me a while to find the right ratio of coffee grounds to hot steamy water (the markings on the side? totally worthless!) but once I got it right, I was hooked. I will never go back to the old style coffee maker again. I love it that much.


Most of it is taste but part of it is the process. I love using my tea kettle. I love that I don’t have to plug anything in to make something so delicious. I like to pretend I’m back in time making coffee the old fashioned way. I also like to pretend I’m in Paris but then I’m the pretending sort of girl.


When you look like this in the morning an imagination is quite helpful. Ack! Did you see my hair? What exactly is going on up there? Obviously I cannot stand for one single hair to touch my forehead. Where is my chic hair-do of a few months ago? Do I need a hair cut already? I think so. And lets not even talk about the apron. Ugh. I am so matronly sometimes.

But anyway, that photo is taken so you can see how the French Press is used. This step is really important. You rest your hands on the little plunger knob thingy and just let them slowly push the plunger down with gravity only. No force allowed. Or else you will have grounds squeeze up the side and ruin the whole zen-ness of it, or just plain burn you. Not that I’ve tried forcing it but by reading the directions, I kind of got the idea that it could be very dangerous.


I like the process. It’s almost as nice as cooking spaghetti for dinner and drinking a big glass of cabernet while you cook. But then that’s just me. I normally hate cooking. I don’t mind making coffee.

I’m a natural morning person so it’s kind of a delayed gratification thing. I make myself do all the dishes and prepare Baby Bug’s breakfast before I can get anywhere near a cup of coffee. It’s my treat for the morning and I want it to last as long as possible.

soothing circles

It could be a bit of a sugar addiction. I’ve been trying to cut down on sugar for years and for some reason this is one area that I just can’t kick it. I cannot stand any kind of fake sugar. I’ve tried them all and nobody’s foolin’ me. So I’m just kind of stuck. Happily stuck.

now about that hair!

Now off to do something about that hair! Maybe an external hard drive will help?

Chop! Chop!


Today I woke up and decided I was done with my crazy long hair. It’s been this way for a year now and I pretty much don’t like it. It’s not unhealthy. I think I have less split ends than I have ever had in my life (thank you Baby Bug, and the pony tail I wear every single day) but it looks unhealthy. And yes, I’ve learned from Whoorl that all I have to do is spend ten minutes a day styling it but I am one of those people who somehow can’t be bothered with ten minutes. I know. Ten stinking minutes.

So I called up my parents and told them it was an emergency. I needed help with child care STAT. It’s so great to have parents close by who are impulsive and will just hop in their car and come running to your rescue at a moment’s notice. My parents must be nuts. That and my Dad is on doctor’s orders to rest while he heals from his hernia surgery.

My Dad has been going crazy with boredom. Driving in to visit me and Baby Bug was probably a welcome change. You can only sit and knit for so long when you are a workaholic, like he is. He can’t go back on the road for a month and he is beside himself. Not to mention broke and needing the paycheck he could earn if he was driving.

So they hopped in their car and arrived just in time for me to hand off Baby Bug and watch my long locks land on the floor with a silent but very satisfying flop. She chopped eight inches off and I didn’t even flinch. I’ve done this so many times. I am the queen of drastic make overs. I’m just no good at keeping up a style. I like to let my hair grow out until it looks like Cousin It and then whack it into shape. There is nothing so thrilling as drastic change.


More photos here for those who are into hair. My mom and Dad got their hair cut too. It was a regular family affair. Alas, Baby Bug did not but we did talk to the stylist about it and there may be Bug Haircut in the future.

swoop bangs

After my hair cut I decided to take my parents down to the tide pools and see if we could recreate some of the fun I had yesterday with the wonder-mini-van-frog camera. It was fun but I think I broke my camera. I KNOW!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

I ruined my camera for this? from secretagentjo on Vimeo.

It’s the stupid sand. I thought the camera was invincible but I guess I was wrong. I held the camera on the sand and let a little wave hit it. I thought it would make a cool underwater movie. Well, it made a kind of a stupid movie and now I have sand stuck under the shutter button and it is sticking. It’s not broken but if I thought the hesitation was bad before now I am stuck in HESITATION LAND! Ack! My kingdom for a camera that I cannot break!

“Maybe you shouldn’t be sticking it in waves,” said Toby

“I was going to make this really really cool movie with a wave splashing over the viewfinder!” I try to explain. He didn’t buy it.

“I’m sure it would be really really cool to make a movie of a car running over your camera too. Are you going to film that? Or a bullet hitting the lens?”

Harumph. I guess he has a point.

Thankfully, I am prepared. I bought the super duper expensive warranty on this thing and I am going to take it back. The camera store said they would fix anything, no questions asked. But I don’t even think I really did anything wrong. It’s waterproof! You should be able to stick it in the ocean. What do they expect? That I’m only going to take pictures in the rain? Their big ad campaign is all about surfers shooting waves. How can surfers not get sand in their cameras? Something is fishy.

urchin eyes

But when I do get it fixed, I think I might refrain from taking wave pictures. Maybe I’ll stick to puddles and water fountains and lakes for a while.