I had a Keurig coffee machine, and it broke. I replaced with a Hamilton Beach machine that used K-Cups, and it made coffee that tasted like liquefied Silly Putty. So I got another Keurig, and after two years of making one cup a day, it broke.
Naturally, I started shopping for another. Some of you are appalled:
"No, no! That is not how you make coffee. You must grind the beans yourself by rubbing them individually against a nail file until you have an ounce of powder, and then you carefully pour over distilled water boiled on an open flame, and press it down with one hand while stroking your freshly waxed beard with the other. All other coffee is garbage and the equivalent of squatting in the mud while shoving McDonald's hamburgers into your face."
Yeah, OK. Look, I love good coffee, especially since I grew up on bad coffee. The stuff in the church basement? One scoop of Butter-Nut for every gallon of water. It made a urine sample look like a glass of Guinness. Restaurant coffee was darker, but only because it had been on the burner so long you could scoop it up with a melon baller.
Most of the chain coffee shops aren't to my liking — the coffee tastes burned, or peculiar. The shops brag: "These beans have winey notes of chocolate and dirt!" Yes, and that's why you offer 16 kinds of sugary flavors and top them with whipped cream and ribbons of caramel.
Espresso's fine, but it's like relationships in your 20s: hot, bitter and over too soon. I can't sit there taking little sips from a cup that looks like something a 4-year-old would give to her stuffed bear. This is America. We DRINK coffee, and lots of it.
But there are times when I just want one cup, and that's where the Keurig comes in. Granted, much of the stuff for the machine tastes awful because it forces the coffee through a plastic container for that "finishing note of petrochemicals" taste. But there's a local company that makes K-Cups from paper, which also means you can compost them, if that matters to you.
On the plus side, they offer foolproof operation. Pop in the pod, turn it on — the machine makes anxious boiling noises, then makes this strange, strangled whine like a small dog attempting to pass a double-A battery. The result is delicious. At least it was, until the machine broke.