My uncle Dale ruined my morning coffee ritual and now I'm weirdly grateful
Stopped by my uncle Dale's place in Spokane two weeks ago and he watched me fuss with my pour over for 10 minutes before he just said "you're making coffee, not defusing a bomb." He pulled out an old tin camp pot, boiled water on the stove, dumped grounds in, and it was honestly better than mine. Now I'm doing it his way every morning and my whole routine is 4 minutes instead of 15. Anyone else got a family member who casually wrecks your overcomplicated setup like that?