Every morning I make a cup of coffee. Which isn't nearly as simple as it sounds. Right now because the stove is broken, it means that I have to use our well worn Italian coffee pot over the coal fire. Usually the cooks make the fire which is helpful and incredibly time saving, but I know how to do it if I have to. The water in the coffee pot takes about 10 minute to come to a boil. After I brave the thick, clearly carcinogenic smoke and potential for disfiguring burns to grab the handle with a piece of newspaper (we have nothing resembling towels or potholders here), I have hot espresso at the start of my day. It's the most amazing luxury that I have taken for granted all these years. Especially living in Portland where for a couple bucks you can get a really amazing cup of coffee MADE for you. Here I expected to go off caffeine cold turkey when faced with the prospect of only drinking Nescafe. This coffee pot has saved my life and my mornings. I think I'm in love.
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