Coffee: rocket ships or old socks?
What to do next?
Mahmoud Hazr has one approach:
Mahmoud set the mortar and pestle to one side and reached for the incongruously homely English saucepan of steaming water that Ali had set to boil, filled from a skin hanging off the rafters. Picking up the tallest of three long, thin brass coffee pots, he poured the ground coffee into it, followed by the steaming water. After a minute he skimmed off the foam and allowed the coffee to subside, then poured the mixture into a smaller pot of the same shape. He added a pinch of spice, stirred and skimmed it again, and finally poured the tar-like coffee into four porcelain cups without handles that nested into the palm of the hand. It was unlike any Turkish coffee I had ever tasted, fragrant with the cardamom and thick enough to spoon from the cup.
I watched Holmes’ growing impatience as his brother fiddled with his new patent coffee contraption (which, frankly, produced a beverage indistinguishable from the boiling-beaker-and-old-sock method we used over our laboratory’s Bunsen burner)
Problem is, there’s such a dizzying array of brewing methods, where to begin? Me, I prefer the French press system, where you put the coarse grounds in your (warmed) glass or (in my case) insulated metal pot, pour in the less-than-boiling water,
and let it sit for a minute before pushing down the mesh filter. It’s not as thick a brew as Mahmoud’s, but if you object to a film in the bottom of your cup, you’ll probably want to use a paper filter instead. Or old socks, I suppose (assuming they’re clean.)
You could also play with the more exotic methods: if you find coffee acidic on your stomach, there’s a number of cold-brew methods. If you just want a cup when you wake up in the morning, use a good automatic drip pot with a time setter. (Although if you use an automatic pot, for God’s sake drink your coffee quickly, since letting the delicate oils stew over a hot plate makes for a truly disgusting brew.) If you want to go for a method with flair, try a Chemex, or join the Aeropress cult, or something that resembles a 16th century rocket.
Coffee is one of life’s real joys: play with it, pay attention to it, and experiment with all its possibilities.