For years, I drank cold mid-morning coffee, the second half of my 7 a.m. pour-over. I could not be bothered to warm it up.
I didn’t own a microwave—my apartment kitchens never had space for them, and that was fine with me. I’m trained as a designer, and I try to keep my kitchen efficient, free of duplicates, clutter, and eyesores.
I used a saucepan on the stove to reheat things and melt butter, because why buy a machine when you already have a pot? That worked fine, even if it sometimes meant sloshing hot liquid. And my cold coffee? It was fine too.
Then I bought a Dansk Købenstyle Butter Warmer, about as large as an oversized coffee mug. This was, I thought, a frivolous purchase, but the little enamel pot became an instant standby, practically begging to be used.
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