Your post made me smile! I use a stainless steel old small stovetop percolator. I make two cups and just have one a day, nuke the second day cup. I never scrub it out. I just rinse it with water. Every now and then if hubby is doing any dishes he will scrub it out good and I don’t see it until I go to use it again. I don’t give him hell, but I keep asking him not to, I think the coffee tastes better. Maybe it’s a navy thing, Dad was a WWII navy vet. :)
Love it-those Navy people love their coffee! My dad was a 30 year Navy Vet, and he would drink ten cups of coffee a day. Not exaggerating. And he smoked several packs of Pall Malls a day too, the unfiltered kind!
And my mother was exactly the same. My memory of them both, now gone twenty years, is coming downstairs in the morning, and seeing both of them sitting there, mug of coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other...:)
When I got married, my wife was astonished at how much coffee and cigarettes they went through, and SHE drank a lot of coffee! My mom and dad ALWAYS had a thing of coffee in those pyrex coffee pots hot and ready to go.
Sigh. How I miss them both.
My dad enjoyed telling the apocryphal story, probably told all over the Navy, maybe even to this day, about the Captain of a ship who enjoyed his cup of coffee in the morning when he arrived on the bridge, but every time a sailor brought it up to him from the galley, the cup would only be about two thirds full, the coffee would be dripping down the sides, and the sailor's blouse and dungarees would be stained with it from spillage caused by walking up several ladders to the bridge.
But there was one sailor who always managed to get the cup of coffee up to the bridge without spilling any, at top speed too, and he began to wonder how that sailor managed to do it.
One day he was out on the weather deck on the bridge, and saw the same sailor, cup of coffee in hand, running up the ladders at top speed without spilling a drop. Just before he came up the last one into the bridge, he saw him pause, bend over the cup, and spit a mouthful of coffee back into the mug, before carefully walking up the last ladder!
I do remember when my parents had the chrome electric coffee pot back in the Sixties, tall and shapely, with the little glass thingie on the top where you could see the coffee percolating and bubbling, I presume so you could tell when to shut it off.
I doubt my parents ever “shut it off”. They just let it percolate, I am sure, until the coffee ran out or turned into mud.
Or both...:)