Appetizing Muse

In my house, the life expectancy of a coffee pot is slightly less than one year. Last May I purchased a white 12-cup pot (Mr. Coffee), and the poor dear finally gave it's all.

I detest white appliances because they show every speck of dirt, but last year Wilbert had his heart set on the oblong carafe that came with the white drip-brewer. However, this time out I went after a Black & Decker Smart Brew, which produces twelve cups and has a warmer with temperature adjustment, along with a subtle "alarm" when the coffee is finished brewing. The maker is also programmable, and is a nice shiny black. To make my husband happy, the carafe is also somewhat oblong.

Wilbert and I deduced we likely make about 1,460 pots of coffee per year: on average, four pots per day for 365 days. When figures are presented in such a manner, it seems as if we consume an inordinate amount of coffee. So be it. I have to consume some sort of legal substance to keep me going. Besides, I love the taste of the brew laced with copious amounts of liquid or powdered Coffee Mate (no sugar, please).