My husband is a coffee snob. He won’t drink coffee from a maker with a plastic filter holder. Says he can taste the plastic. He has several French Presses, never boils the water, and lets it brew 4 minutes. Every morning I wake up to that delicious aroma. Then when I get downstairs, I make my cup from a Keurig. It works for me.
In this painting, only the grounds and a bit of coffee are left in the bottom. It makes me feel like having a cup of coffee. “Would you make some more coffee, Honey? Please.”