Coffee. The drink that wakes us up in the morning. When I think of Sunday morning my mind always smells and tastes coffee. If I were stranded on a deserted island, I would miss coffee more than I miss my cats.
The second big miss would be going to that southern bastion of dirt, grease , grits like grandma made and coffee: Waffle House.
And bringing me that coffee are those iconic Bunn carafes. The design hasn’t changed much since 1963 when Bunn-O-Matic introduced the world’s first automatic drip coffee brewer. There’s a black handle for leaded coffee and orange for unleaded. And don’t we secretly suspect that restaurants mix them sometimes. Don’t you ever wonder if it’s really decaf in that orange Bunn carafe? I sure do.
