This morning my eight-month old coffee pot died. Not literally, of course, but somehow the carafe developed a small crack on the bottom. I turned the pot on this morning after letting the dogs outside, and when I came back coffee was flooding the counter. I’m damned cranky first thing in the blessed a.m. unless I’ve had my coffee, so it was straight out to the store to find a replacement. My husband worked all night, but he kindly offered to come along.

 

Our old pot is a Black & Decker Smart Brew, and I wanted to get the same or similar. We went to three different stores before finding a black twelve-cup coffee maker. Our old one is programmable, also with a clock and warning alarm when the coffee is finished brewing. We couldn’t find another one of those, so we settled for the basic Black & Decker coffee maker.

 

However, we had grown accustomed to the features of the old pot. Once we got home, I simply placed the new carafe in the old machine. It’s sort of a roundabout way to have the same coffee maker, but before anyone asks none of the stores we visited carried non-dribble replacement carafes.

 

I finally had my first cup of coffee at ten-thirty this morning. What a dreadful state of affairs!