another shiva


I have a percolator. I'm an un-cool coffee drinker and I'm ok with that. I don't use a press pot. I don't drink a fancy squeezed bean with a foamy top. I percolate a pot, add half-n-half and sugar in the raw. and, it's perfect.

my percolator is from the 50s. I got it at a garage sale for 5 bucks. not because I couldn't afford a fancy percolator. but it tastes better.

my perc's on the peel.

I'm so forlorn.

I'm going to have to send my perky pot to heaven. I need a hot tip on a new one. it's sad. but, true.

toss me a pearl.

Comments

Al Sensu said…
This is true: I knew the man who played the xylophone on the famous Maxwell House commercial that had music reminding you of a percolator. E-C-E-C-A-G C-E-G-A-A.

Katie, here's an alternative that doesn't require hoity toity equipment. Get a Melitta filter cone. Easy and quick.
8:16 PM
Anonymous said…
This is an extension of the "Baby Jesus Cried" post, right? And "percolator" is a euphemism for vagina?
I bet you take your "coffee" black and strong, Katie...
7:07 PM
Writeprocrastinator said…
"I'm going to have to send my perky pot to heaven. I need a hot tip on a new one. it's sad. but, true."

No, keep it! The metal poisoning will give you a personal relationship with Jesus...or the delusion thereof.
12:07 AM
Katie Schwartz said…
al, NO WAY! I love my percolator.
2:06 AM
Katie Schwartz said…
lewch. thanks for the hot tip, babe. found some really fly farberware percs.
2:07 AM
Katie Schwartz said…
wp, do you think I'm really going to get metal poisoning? omg. I am running like a dawg for a new perc. the shame.

wp, you are so funny!!!
2:07 AM
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