Coffee Talk
Posted 10-06-2010 at 09:48 PM by greatercolumbusga
What’s a cup of coffee? For one person, it’s a million dollars. If only Ron(ald), had only told her it was hot! I think iced coffee caught on shortly after that, right? I’m drinking iced coffee whenever I can. I have noticed that there is no label to warn the unsuspecting public that iced coffee is extremely cold relative to hot coffee. I am hoping one day I can have my iced coffee served cold enough so I can sue for brain freeze.
I was around eight years old when I discovered coffee. Not “old enough” to experience the taste yet, only the sight and the smell. My grandparents had an unusual way of drinking coffee. They used a cup and a saucer. They used the cup to hold the coffee and the saucer from which to drink the coffee. Pouring the coffee into the saucer allowed it to cool faster. Not being able to pour the coffee back into the cup, of course, they drank it from the saucer. It was all cream and no sugar for them.
Coffee’s aroma is most pleasing. Maybe it’s that you can tell a fresh pot of coffee is brewing from a long distance. Setting a coffee start timer to make coffee in the kitchen about 15 minutes before you are to start your day is a nice, gentle way to wake up. The aroma gently arrives to tantalize and coax you from your slumber. You smile and pull the cover a little closer around your chin, knowing you have employed your domain to your advantage. Still, in your still your half slumber, you realize the coffee is getting closer to ready, but not closer to you. Maybe it’s the kitchen’s aromatic arrogance, where the coffee is brewing that makes you a little jealous. “Smell that?”, the kitchen teases. “I have fresh coffee all to myself while you are laying there asleep. And guess what”? The kitchen continues, “I’m going to have the pot burn the coffee in a little while...hehe...so you just continue to sleeeep. In quiet defiance, you reach for the tasseled, velvet rope that hangs by your canopy bed so may request your maid at your convenience. The maid will bring your coffee just like you prefer it. You don’t care for strong black coffee. You like your coffee with a rich chocolate base and maybe a touch of thick cream that will give your yearning tasted buds the feeling of hot, smooth satisfaction that has that your nose has convinced them is only moments away. Where is the maid? You reach to tug gently again on the velvet rope...
Suddenly a shrill, not so intermittent, sound breaks the dark, quiet silence. You jerk the cover off your body and sit up awkwardly trying to prepare yourself for whatever evil having waylaid the maid now seeks bring onto you the same ill will at any moment. The sound continues loudly; it is close and it is relentless. Reaching around you, failing your arms, you think, what can it be? Then you grab its tail...got it! As you yank furiously, the noise suddenly stops. Holding the now incapacitated beast by the tail in one hand, you rest your head in your other hand and gather your thoughts. Having become wide awake during your ordeal, you realize, now, you are holding the cord to your alarm clock.
Rising from your bed in semi-disgust and realizing you do not have a maid, you mumble and shuffle to the kitchen. You reach for your favorite coffee cup and glance at the coffee pot. You forgot to set the timer. “Oh well”, smiling as you think back a few minutes, to your wonderfully constructed, and abruptly interrupted dream, “The maid was a nice touch.” You’ll get coffee on the way to work. It will be made just the way you like it.
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I was around eight years old when I discovered coffee. Not “old enough” to experience the taste yet, only the sight and the smell. My grandparents had an unusual way of drinking coffee. They used a cup and a saucer. They used the cup to hold the coffee and the saucer from which to drink the coffee. Pouring the coffee into the saucer allowed it to cool faster. Not being able to pour the coffee back into the cup, of course, they drank it from the saucer. It was all cream and no sugar for them.
Coffee’s aroma is most pleasing. Maybe it’s that you can tell a fresh pot of coffee is brewing from a long distance. Setting a coffee start timer to make coffee in the kitchen about 15 minutes before you are to start your day is a nice, gentle way to wake up. The aroma gently arrives to tantalize and coax you from your slumber. You smile and pull the cover a little closer around your chin, knowing you have employed your domain to your advantage. Still, in your still your half slumber, you realize the coffee is getting closer to ready, but not closer to you. Maybe it’s the kitchen’s aromatic arrogance, where the coffee is brewing that makes you a little jealous. “Smell that?”, the kitchen teases. “I have fresh coffee all to myself while you are laying there asleep. And guess what”? The kitchen continues, “I’m going to have the pot burn the coffee in a little while...hehe...so you just continue to sleeeep. In quiet defiance, you reach for the tasseled, velvet rope that hangs by your canopy bed so may request your maid at your convenience. The maid will bring your coffee just like you prefer it. You don’t care for strong black coffee. You like your coffee with a rich chocolate base and maybe a touch of thick cream that will give your yearning tasted buds the feeling of hot, smooth satisfaction that has that your nose has convinced them is only moments away. Where is the maid? You reach to tug gently again on the velvet rope...
Suddenly a shrill, not so intermittent, sound breaks the dark, quiet silence. You jerk the cover off your body and sit up awkwardly trying to prepare yourself for whatever evil having waylaid the maid now seeks bring onto you the same ill will at any moment. The sound continues loudly; it is close and it is relentless. Reaching around you, failing your arms, you think, what can it be? Then you grab its tail...got it! As you yank furiously, the noise suddenly stops. Holding the now incapacitated beast by the tail in one hand, you rest your head in your other hand and gather your thoughts. Having become wide awake during your ordeal, you realize, now, you are holding the cord to your alarm clock.
Rising from your bed in semi-disgust and realizing you do not have a maid, you mumble and shuffle to the kitchen. You reach for your favorite coffee cup and glance at the coffee pot. You forgot to set the timer. “Oh well”, smiling as you think back a few minutes, to your wonderfully constructed, and abruptly interrupted dream, “The maid was a nice touch.” You’ll get coffee on the way to work. It will be made just the way you like it.
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