Every so often I post a photo of the beautiful mugs my daughter makes in Houston, Texas (among many other beautiful things). This morning as I brewed my coffee, I noticed my little tree holding mugs of her creation and decided to post. I hash tagged with several coffee tags, hoping to put in a little push for my daughter. But when I checked the hash tag, I saw in a split second how many people are truly devoted to the perfect cup. Millions of people all over the world are posting pictures of coffee-related things...favorite mugs, favorite coffee shops, sayings about coffee, images of coffee-inspired items, images of the coffee "process" from harvest to cup. Wow, it is endless! Needless to say, my picture was nowhere to be found because so many folks all over the globe were posting coffee photos along with me. It got pushed way down the ladder as soon as it was posted. I'm telling you in case you didn't know; there are some diehard coffee connoisseurs out there.
Coffee has been in my life for a very long time. I'm not quite sure when I first started drinking it, but I like most have some past memories of the magic beverage. One memory dates back to around 1972. I'm not sure if that time is exact because I came up with that particular year by the events secure in my memory. We were on vacation at the beach and my mom was with us that year. Now, that may not seem significant to you, but it is to me. My parents were separated for several years while I was in high school but that trip, in an effort to reunite with my father, my mom went with us on our family vacation. Money was an issue as it usually is with lower middle-income families, so we rented a small efficiency-type facility complete with a tiny kitchen to be able to prepare some of our meals and save money. My mom cooked breakfast for us and that is a memory I will never forget. My mom was a great cook and could make a meal from what seemed like nothing at all until she put it on the table. But my biggest (and really only) memory of that vacation is the coffee she brewed each morning. The perfect cup. I rose, donned my cute green-checked robe matching my cute green-checked nightgown (uh, I guess that's two things I remember) and poured myself a cup. I also remember dunking a perfectly-toasted piece of bread in it. I am a dunker. Give me toast, give me a donut, give me a cookie, I don't care. If it goes with coffee, I'll dunk it! I'm also a milk-dunker, but that's a whole different story.
We who love coffee all have memories of the perfect cup or the perfect coffee experience. It might've been in the dead of winter when you met a friend at a local coffee shop and entered into a coffee wonderland filled with warmth, great conversation, and a supply of the pure black infusion from an endless tap. It might be when you were snowed in one year and the amber liquid is what got you through the days of incarceration. It might even be the local Huddle House where you regularly eat breakfast (their coffee is quite good, really). I don't know what your memory is but, if you are a coffee-drinker, you know. A perfectly-brewed cup just makes life a little bit better. But on the flip side...I have memories of not-so-good coffee experiences as well. Like when I was pregnant and could not drink it. With all three of my pregnancies, even the smell of coffee brewing sent me to the toilet heaving. So sad. But once the baby was born, a great cup of coffee was once again desired and I was served one in the hospital. I'm not really sure you could call that coffee but, hey, after waiting nine months, I received it with thankfulness and didn't complain. I also remember the first date I had with the hubs where I spilled an entire cup all over my "perfectly pressed pale peach pantsuit." He remembers that one as well and reminds me on a regular basis; it was the first of many cups we've shared over the years. I remember the sad excuses we used to have in the workplace with those vending machines that dropped a paper cup down and filled it with something they called coffee, but I'm absolutely sure it was not. People won't stand for that today. If you're gonna hire me, there best be a great cup of coffee nearby to start my workday, right?
My girls are coffee snobs. They love their coffee and put a high priority on having it made just right, and enjoy trying new brands gifted by friends and discovered in their own personal travels. Me and the hubster, not so much. We have found (after much searching over the years) that 8 O'Clock coffee is the best on the market for the price (you're welcome, Eight O'Clock for the commendation). But when my children are home, or any family or friends for that matter, the conversation flows around a great pot brewed just right. A little half & half in the house, and we are in coffee heaven. Coffee is a healer, a conversation starter, a bringer-together of sorts. It mends many a broken heart, eases our worst pains, and gives our mornings the kind of start needed to make our days the best they can be. Now, if I could just get my bestie on board. She does love a good cup of cocoa though and, when hidden in a sturdy mug, you can't tell the difference! Warm drinks, warm hearts is what I say.
So to all the coffee fanatics out there, I instruct: Drink on, my friend, drink on! Let the morning drink of choice ground you (no pun intended) for the day, the week, the month! But don't ever post any pictures you think grand of the heavenly concoction, it won't do you a bit of good. Better run now, my coffee is getting cold and there's nothing worse than a cold cup of coffee, right?
Oh, no, you like frozen coffee? Nooooooo, say it ain't so!
(Postscript: My coffee was reheated no less than five times while penning this post.)
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