Wednesday, February 19, 2014

THE PERFECT CUP OF COFFEE


THE PERFECT CUP OF COFFEE

My husband has a new coffee pot. It is beautiful, red and black, shiny, the carafe has a little silver hat to wear when it is perking coffee. In the middle of its gleaming redness is a small clock that tells the time and shines out like a lighthouse beacon. It is just the most splendid thing we have ever had that made coffee. The last coffee pot we purchased did not turn itself off. We were such fire hazards that there should be a law that prevents retailers from taking money from us for a pot that won’t shut itself off.

The only thing I have ever seen bigger and shinier than this pot belonged to my son-in-law, the commander. He has a regular shrine to the coffee gods in his kitchen. It warms milk and whistles Dixie, mine doesn’t. If you don’t drink a lot of coffee, not a regular addict, then you are particular about how yours tastes. I didn’t drink it for years because I thought it smelled better than it tasted. So now I have become a convert. I have two cups a day. The coffee has so much stuff added to it, it becomes dessert. It has to be as light as a tan crayola, it has to be sweet not bitter, and it should have a robust interesting flavor.

A two cup a day drinker is not actually an addict. We are more hobbyists and very critical if perfection is not achieved in our individual cups. I may never be an addict, but my day is better when I have a couple of jolts of tan crayola.
 

1 comment:

  1. I'm new to coffee, too, Mary - although I don't have such wonderful pot! I kept seeing studies about how coffee drinkers (3 cups a day) were significantly less likely to have altzeimers than non-coffee drinkers. Because I was raised by parents who drank their coffee black, I had it in my head that putting anything in it was 'cheating' - a woosie coffee drinker. Because I actually enjoy it with some flavoring (make mine tan, too please!) I decided the heck with my weird notions and started drinking a couple of (flavored) cups a day. I felt so 'adult' sipping from my thermal coffee cup on the way to work. When I mentioned this to my parents on a recent visit, my father informed me that they both used to put milk and sugar in theirs until they moved to a place (in the '40s) where sugar was sometimes hard to come by. The milk disappeared when they socialized with people who never offered it with the coffee. I'm NOT a woose - I just have coffee flavorings readily available!

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