Folgers Biscotti Ground Bags

Folgers Gourmet Selections Coffee, Vanilla Biscotti Ground Coffee, 24-Ounce Bags (Pack of 2)

Folgers Gourmet Selections Coffee, Vanilla Biscotti Ground Coffee, 24-Ounce Bags (Pack of 2)
Folgers Gourmet Selections Coffee, Vanilla Biscotti, Ground, 24-Ounce Bags (Pack of 2) has a smooth vanilla flavor with a creamy finish. This ground coffee is artificially flavored.

Can I use a tea strainer for coffee?

I'm interested in making single serve coffee. I know that Folgers and Maxwell House make single serve bags, but I'm really a Dunkin' Donuts fan. I was wondering if I could use a tea strainer and just put some ground coffee in there, and let it sit in a cup of hot water for a few minutes,, would it work? I'm not sure if the ground coffee particles would be too small and go through.. any ideas? thanks..

Yes, you can do that. This strainer is cheap and works really well: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B000J3JFJU However, it is important that you use well ground coffee. If you use a blade grinder than the fine coffee dust can get into your coffee (which is not what you want). So, I recommend you to use a burr grinder.

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Folgers Gourmet Selections Coffee, Vanilla Biscotti Ground Coffee, 12-Ounce Bags (Pack of 3)

Folgers gourmet selections ground coffee, vanilla biscotti, 12-ounce bags (pack of 3) has a smooth vanilla flavor with a creamy finish awaken your senses - get a taste of gourmet every day light roast uses 100% arabica beans

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I knew it was going to be a bad day when I got robbed at gunpoint before I even had a chance to get some coffee. I was already having a bad enough morning, but the whole "put your hands up or I'm going to pop a cap in your ass" thing just made it a billion times worse. To start things off, our coffee machine was broken. This doesn't sound like a big deal, but let me just tell you no coffee equals one very bitchy me. When I found out I couldn't make my usual Folgers, I slammed my hand down on the counter and promptly got yelled at by my mother for having "unnecessary outbursts." I resigned myself to the next best thing. Starbucks. Although I'm not really a fan of pay six dollars for a cup of coffee, desperate times called for desperate measures which is how I found myself in the incredibly long drive thru line, squished between a Sedan and a station wagon. I was freaking out a bit when I saw the clock on my dashboard. 8:21. School was at 8:30 and this line was not moving at all. Sighing, I decided I was already going to be late so I might as well try to salvage some of my morning via Starbucks mocha blend. As I was sitting there fiddling with the radio waiting on the impossibly slow drive thru to make some progress, a tap on my passenger window made me jump. A guy, looking totally freaked out was peering in my car. I slid into the passenger seat and debated on whether to roll down the window or not. One side of me argued "STRANGER DANGER." I know you're not supposed to talk to strangers, but the guy did look fairly distressed, and he didn't look skeevy or anything. He was wearing a really nice suit and tie, and some random part of my brain said, "Anyone with a suit like that can be trusted." So, against my better judgment, I rolled down the window. "Can you give me a jump?" he asked anxiously. "My battery died just right over there." "Sure." I reached for the door handle to get out, but as soon as I did, the guy whipped out a gun. "Don't move," he threatened, pressing the gun right between my boobs, which was incredibly awkward. He didn't seem to notice. "I want your money not your life, but if you make a lot of noise, I'll shoot," he promised. I had managed to get at just the right angle so the car behind me couldn't see what was going on, which made signaling to them for help a surefire failure. I know that being threatened with a gun should've made me feel scared, but inexplicably, I was more pissed that frightened. "Well isn't that just the pickle on the giant crap sandwich which is my morning," I muttered under my breath. He looked confused, probably wondering why I wasn't shaking and handing him my purse. I kind of wondered that myself. "I-I'm serious," he said uncertainly. Using one finger, he turned the safety on the gun off with a click. All of a sudden the fear I had been lacking flooded through my body. "Okay, okay," I said quickly before he could accidentally gun me down. It would say "shot through the breast" on my death certificate, and everyone would say, "Hey remember that chick that got shot in the boob?" for years afterward, and I just couldn't deal with that sort of reputation. "I'm going to reach over for my purse now," I warned him, hoping he wouldn't take it as a desperate escape attempt. He nodded and I slowly reached over the seat. Before I could hand him my bag, he (and his gun) were jerked away from my window. The people in the cars in front of me were leaning out their windows and whispering excitedly, and someone in the car behind me was even snapping pictures. My breath caught in my throat. Could it really be him? Now that my attacker was gone and on the ground, I could see clearly. Standing there, giving him an ass whoopin' was a guy. He wasn't dressed up or anything, just cargo pants and a white T-shirt, but he was wearing the blue mask that I had seen oh-so often on the news. It really was him. Blue Blaze. Y!A did the ******. I donno why it didn't block out bitchy :o

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