Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

one tablespoon of the dark grounds. I did not use the electric drip machine that Clara had unplugged and placed in the pantry corner. Instead, I used the small, single-cup pour-over cone I had kept in the back of the sideboard for years, a relic from the days when my wife, Martha, and I would take weekend trips to the state parks.

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