I'll never forget when I first left home my freshman year. For two semesters, I never received care packages for finals or cookies from home. But I got a single dorm-warming gift: a tiny Bodum (good for maybe a large cup and a half). It was a strange luxury having something as nice as a French press while having to heat your water in a microwave. I've managed to upgrade to the larger "full pot" press now and it's hands-down the best piece of kitchen equipment we use regularly. What are Sundays for other than perfecting the art of a press. I don't own an iPhone, but I'd say this accurately describes today, on repeat.