Some call it iced coffee, but at my house it’s just cold. Every couple of days, I make a batch of hot coffee in my much-beloved glass Chemex. Even though I rarely drink more than one cup, I always make at least two. That un-drunk cup goes into a glass peanut butter jar (one of a dozen or so in my cupboard) and then into the fridge to be enjoyed at breakfast the next day. I used to pack a glass with ice and dress it up with raw sugar and milk or half and half, sometimes a splash of vanilla extract. But then the automatic ice-maker broke (as they always seem to do) and I just never get around to making cubes the old-fashioned way. At some point I stopped the milk, then the sugar, enjoying the deep roasted notes of my favorite French Roast from Jim’s Organic Coffee. Sipping cold coffee from a cold jar, over breakfast on the back deck, is one of those truly delicious simple pleasures of summer.