I am now officially pretentious…
David bought me a single serving Bodum. I have a freaking French Press. I’m going to start using he word ‘whom’ from now on.
Thing is? In its adorably wee and compact single coffee serving sized carafe, it makes a helluva good cup of coffee. I feel so Cosmopolitan. And pretentious. I am prepared to accept the pretension because I am now enjoying my morning coffee so much more on account of the fact that it tastes like, well, coffee… instead of weak chicory-flavoured bark.