And I’ve bought this and that and I know that it sucks. Over time I have learned that there is only one vacuum to buy and that’s a Dyson and only one coffee maker to buy and that’s a Bunn. A Bunn coffee maker usually last us three years and we brew at least two pots per day.
I’ve had every make and model imaginable in coffee makers and still can’t find anything that even compares to my Bunn. Because you see, I’m a power freak. “I want it and I want it right goddamn now!” The Bunn delivers. In less than three minutes I have the steamy, hot cup of goodness that makes me a whole person.
You especially don’t want to mess with me in the morning when the Domestic Goddess within still hasn’t emerged. Without my Bunn, I am nothing.
Our beloved Bunn recently bit the big linguini and went to coffee maker heaven. Before the burial occurs I want the opportunity to do an autopsy
of sorts. I like to take things apart, see what makes them tick. I like to
remove the screws that you are never supposed to remove. I want to see the innards and the wires and parts that create such a fantastic machine.
Bunn on the kitchen counter. When you put two Bunn’s together does that make a Butt?! (Maybe not a butt but it would definitely make a butt-load of coffee if they both worked!)
this post but I didn’t want my mother to fall over dead.