Found a percolator coffee pot…

GELBERK GL-542

What a dream!

To percolate a pot of coffee…

I am sipping on a cup right now and it is brewed with Paulig Green bag Presidential coffee. Paulig has been a food service standard for many years. Drank a bunch of Paulig Classic in my time. All I served at my restaurants that I owned personally…

The pot is not a classic stainless pot with a clear percolator top, but it works and works good. You can hear it gurgle and gurgle as it pumps the water to the top of the pot and drains down through the coffee grounds…

Oh My, smells so wonderful as it brews the old fashion way…

I could never embrace pour-over coffee makers, used them, but never embraced them as the cats meow. Coffee is one of those things that has to be done correctly and or not do it at all… (I adapted that thinking when I came to Russia and found an instant type world of coffee and or boiled grounds Turkish coffee (Anyone read coffee grounds in the cup? Yup!). That is all changing as Russia has embraced coffee as the drink to rival tea…)

Iced coffee? Sweet Coffee? All this new fanged coffee? What is wrong with just coffee? Hot, fresh brewed, not bitter, no sugar and a slash of cream… (And black when life gets rough.)

My Sweetpea bought me some Paulig online and I think that means she loves me? 🙂

Then after trying it, she bought me a whole kilo or so of ground Paulig and now I am enjoying fresh brewed. I still use my Nescafe instant, yet a pot of fresh brew at 4:30 a.m. just cannot be beat…

I think I will get another cup of coffee? Be right back…

Just so good and I just finished the pot…

Finding this pot was not easy and while I found variations of a percolator, nothing was good enough to call a real percolator. Yes I know real men chew coffee grounds, I guess I am not a real man?

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Snowed all night and iced everything up to beat the band. Looks like a skating rink outside and so yes it is a good morning to just sip coffee…

WtR

By Russian_Village

A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line.

Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.