Special trip

Adel Gabot



I had to make my annual special trip to Greenhills this morning to get another batch of Aeropress micro-filters.

I had run out of filters again, and I have to buy some every year. So I had to make a specific run to Virra Mall, where a computer repair shop on the third floor sells Aeropresses and supplies right over the counter. Yeah, I think it’s weird they do that too, but what can can you do? I’m just grateful they sell ’em.

I think it’s the only place you can get Aeropress stuff in the country without going online and ordering them and waiting for a month for delivery. I could buy a couple of packs of filters, or even three or four, but I’m stingy that way. Besides, who knows where I’ll be in a year or two. You never really know.

Each packet is composed of 350 individual filters, and considering I use one filter every single morning for my breakfast when I squeeze out an espresso on my Aeropress, that turns out to, almost precisely, a year’s supply. (This is not, mind you, counting the other cups of brew I have during my day that I purchase, usually from Starbucks, and contributing to my java count.) Considering a packet costs P350, it comes out to a peso a filter exactly. And I run out of filters almost exactly in a year.

It’s become a routine in the mornings, really. When I wake up, I use the electric pot to boil water for a fresh cup, and while it’s heating up I prepare the Aeropress: put a filter in the contraption, put a scoop of coffee grind in it, put it on top of an empty mug, pour boiling water in it, carefully stir it for precisely eight seconds, then press myself a cup of coffee. Then I take the Aeropress apart, throw out the used filter and grinds, rinse it all under the faucet and put it away for the next morning. Then I take the brewed coffee, plop a teaspoon of brown sugar in it, and enjoy it with my breakfast. I do this every morning.


The Aeropress is a wonderful invention; nice, simple and uncomplicated, not like other fancy brewers that require a small fortune to purchase and a doctorate to work. And it makes a kickass espresso. Just like a French press, but simpler, and without the big mess. Makes coffee that’s strong and black, without fuss or French horns.

I discovered a perfect, potent Barako grind that goes perfect with the Aeropress and I’ve stuck with it ever since. It’s been 10 years, and I’m still buying it. And this is my second Aeropress.

No one in my immediate family seems to care about coffee as much as I do (not even when I was married), so I find it a solitary practice making my daily espresso. Dad just makes an instant cup of coffee from a 3-in-1 packet every morning, and doesn’t seem to care one way or the other. As long as he has his Sudoku puzzle that comes with the paper, he’s fine.

But for me, it’s sort of a religious practice.

Us caffeine addicts are wackos.



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