I hear you.My father - deceased a couple of months ago - was the family king of coffee machines. He had several DeLonghi espresso machines and a quality burr grinder for grinding his own coffee, which he would use to make cappuccino for his girlfriend. But for himself he would just do a simple pour-over filter coffee, with the ground Ethiopian coffee he would buy from the supermarket…
RIP Dad.
These memories matter.
My godmother, who was very widely travelled - and who was my mother's best friend, they had first met at their posh boarding school during the latter years of the second world war - knowing that I love coffee, brought me back a Bialetti pot from a holiday in Italy a few decades ago, a gift that I long treasured.