Barry T. Drake ( wrote:


...let seep for a while, then put the top on the pot and hold it in place while you swing the pot by its handle up and around a couple times. The centrifuge effect forces all the grounds to the bottom of the pot. Tastes great with any old coffee.

A less energetic alternative is to add eggshells to settle the grounds. I don't know why this works; it's folklore. This is a good alternative if you have a missing (or weak) wire bail (look, ma, it's a coffee-a-pult!).

I find an even easier alternative is to slap on your walkman, hike down to Starbucks, and order an iced triple latte. Sip it there, read the local paper, and meet the man or woman of your dreams. Then sneak into the local theatre for a classic movie, and it will have begun raining. Run laughing through the rain with your newfound love, and duck into a little family-owned Italian restaurant for some pasta and a bottle of Chianti. Discover that you both lived on the same block when you were growing up, but had never met each other. You will find that not only are they the only person you've met who's funnier than you are, but they are also extremely sexy and smart, with piercing blue eyes that make you feel naked yet alive, excited but safe. Get a room at a Bed & Breakfast, have the best sex of your life, and sprawl across each other's naked, entwined limbs as you split a pint of Haagen-Dazs. Better yet, get two pints because the only thing you don't agree on yet is which is better -- Cappuccino Commotion or Deep Chocolate Peanut Butter. Leave the B&B (where the blushing old lady has given you a free room, thanked you for reminding her of the potential and godliness of true love, and closed the Inn so she could spend the night alone with her husband of 49 years), and stop back at Starbucks for a decaf grande. Reminisce about your day, and express your utter and complete devotion to each other for the rest of eternity. Exchange rings that you both have -- family heirlooms passed down for generations -- kiss passionately, and have your picture taken by an amateur photographer who was just passing through town, and whose picture of your kiss will win him a Pulitzer prize and the cover of Life magazine. Order a carafe of espresso for your friends, and hike back up the mountain with your soulmate. You will find your friends, soaking wet from the rain and huddled around a campfire. Pass out the espresso to your fellow campers, and introduce your new love. The warmth of your love will fill their hearts and dry their clothes, and they will think he/she is the ideal person for you. After a couple hours of talking and laughing and writing poetry and singing with your friends, both of you curl up in your sleeping bag, wrap your arms around each other, and fall asleep under a breathtakingly bright Milky Way.

I don't know, that's just me. I've heard the eggshell thing works also.