My Life in Coffee Cups

I gifted myself with a single-cup coffee maker yesterday.  It made this morning all the lovelier.  Coffee was always a favorite of mine—when I was a kid, my mother would let me flavor my milk with it on Sundays. I liked it better than even chocolate.  As a teen I went through a phase of using evaporated milk to lighten it.  And then at 14, I started taking harp lessons.  My teacher and her husband used a stunning, hourglass-shaped vessel to brew it in. The Chemex transformed coffeemaking into an art.  It was they too who inspired me to drink mine black, which I do to this day. 

I was introduced to Turkish and Arabic coffees in my early twenties when I lived overseas.  Both were thick and bold, but the Turkish was usually prepared way too sweet for my liking.  Even so, to be polite, I wound up drinking at least one or two demitasses of it every day.

In the 70’s was back home and would often drink good old Maxwell House to the last drop—consuming probably ten or more cups of it a day.  Now it’s not quantity, but quality that I’m after, which is why this delightful new coffee maker has already brightened my day, not to mention calling to mind so many coffee memories….

“Coffee, the finest organic suspension ever devised.”—Star Trek: Voyager

“I orchestrate my mornings to the tune of coffee.”—Harry Mahtar

“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons”—T.S. Eliot

Enjoy your day!