Reddit mentions of Coleman Stainless Steel Percolator, 12 Cup

What is this "off grid" you speak of? A percolator cares not for your grid.

Works as good on my induction stove as over a fire.

https://www.amazon.com/Coleman-Stainless-Steel-Percolator-Cup/dp/B0009PUQSM

amazon has a few, here's one 12 cupper

I'm the 2nd of four daughters... but my dad has never shown even the slightest hint of disappointment that none of us where boys. He worked long hours as a truck driver for 30+ years, often leaving at 3 or 4 in the morning for long days on the road... but would always let my sisters and I take turns going with to keep him company. I used to love spending time with my dad on those trips, singing along to the radio, talking on the CB, eating out at truck stops and coffee houses and getting to choose a snack whenever we stopped to refuel. His friends (the other drivers) would tease him for always "babysitting" on the road and I vividly remember my dad's response: "It's not babysitting, it's called 'parenting'. When's the last time any of you even saw your kids?" They were always shut down by that.

On his days off my dad took us all camping, taught me to fish, build and race RC cars and swear like.. well, a trucker! When I was 14-ish, he was going to teach me to drive... but an on-the-job injury left him in a coma. That was a scary time. I just remember going to school every day like a zombie, going through the motions. Then one day my math teacher got a call during class and said "ObviouslyAnnie, grab your stuff and go to the office. It's about your dad." I remember thinking "OMG. This is it. He's dead." and breaking down crying, shaking and hyperventilating in class... and all the way across the campus to the office.

But he wasn't dead. He had actually woken from the coma! ...Which was a short-lived relief because he had lost a huge amount of memory, didn't know who my sisters and I were and had a very different (angry, agressive) personality. He also had developed a seizure condition that resulted in him losing his commercial license... which was a huge part of who he felt he "was".

I'm happy to report that his memory... and personality... even his ability to drive (although he'll never drive a commercial vehicle again... slowly returned over the years and his seizures have become more predictable. Those early years after he was released from the hospital were difficult though, especially for a man who was not accustomed to being home all day. He quickly discovered a loophole though: If he taught me to drive then he'd be able to get out of the house!

With his encouragement, I walked to the DMV and picked up a drivers handbook. My dad helped me study up until I could pass all the sample tests, then I went back and aced my permit test. I remember walking in the door with my permit, grinning ear-to-ear and my dad tossed me the keys. "Great! Drive me to Menlo Park!" ...So I spent my first time behind the wheel EVER driving my dad across the Dumbarton Bridge.

When I eventually returned to the DMV for my behind-the-wheel driver's test, the driving evaluator said that in his 20 years of doing that job he'd never seen such a good, confident and safe driver. "That was actually a very pleasant, relaxing drive!" He wanted to know which driving school I went to because he was asked for recommendations all the time. I said "No driving school. I was taught by my dad: A retired truck driver of 30+ years with a misplaced amount of blind faith in me."

But that's my dad: Blind faith in his daughters. There was never any doubt that we could be anything we wanted to be because that's what our dad believed. When my own daughter was born he literally said "This girl is our future President." And he still believes it too.

When my parents retired, my dad got to live his dream: moving to a cabin in the mountains where he gets to go fishing every day. The cabin has limited solar power and can't run a coffee machine though... and coffee became my dad's vice during those long years on the road... so dad has become reliant on a busted tiny old stovetop percolator he found at a thrift shop. If I could get him a gift, it would be a shiny new steel and glass percolator. I found a beautiful Coleman one on Amazon. Unfortunately the price tends to fluctuate between $20 and $35 due to Amazon magic but there are always links on there for used ones around $20... which would still be better than his current one! I know he'd be psyched either way!

But even if you don't choose me, thank you for offering this. Dads don't get nearly enough recognition. They deserve a shout-out! Plus I love reading about all the awesome dads. :)

I have a this coffee maker to make either a pot of coffee (about 48 ounces) or a travel mug (16 ounces) for normal use. I also have this French Press to take either when camping or for fancier coffees. I have an electric kettle I use for the French Press and sometimes a cup of tea and a stove-top kettle I don't use anymore since it is designed for an electric range and I now have a gas range.

The clear pot you ask about is the carafe for brewing larger quantities of coffee. The glass one is meant to sit on a small electric plate at the base of the coffee maker to keep it hot while a steel one like mine is a thermal pot and not meant to be heated.

There is a way to make coffee on the stove and that is called a percolator - and there are electric versions of that too.

Instant coffee of the just-add-water variety is available over here but the only people I ever see drink or make it are older people like my grandparents. Americans tend to take their coffee as seriously as Brits take their tea so most(?) of us wouldn't touch instant if there was another choice available.