How I Learned to Drink Black Coffee
"With or without cream..."
Where do you stand on this vital subject of ‘morning pick-me-ups’? Do you enjoy having a brisk Cup ‘o Joe each morning with breakfast or just as a ‘wake me up’ just to get the day started going in the right direction? What is your preference, with or without cream? One friend says he starts with black coffee but after his first wake-up cup he shifts and adds cream which he enjoys more on his drive to the office. We Americans are definitely a defining lot to say the least as to our individual pleasures and likes and dislikes and none more so than in the ways we ingest our morning stimulant, coffee.
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'Strong and black...'
“Would you like that with cream?” --Oh that familiar response each time we order our favorite morning beverage be it with breakfast or without. To which we likely respond, yes or no, depending on our particular fancy. And why do we respond this way? Do we drink coffee the way we first learned from our parents as they enjoyed theirs each and every morning or are we the rebel and choose to drink ours differently so as not to be known as a conformist by any real sense of the word? Coffee is a universal beverage and has been enjoyed for hundreds of years in some form or another not just to get our days started moving in the right direction but also to seal a sales offer, close a contract or maybe to even consummate a peace treaty among nations or warring tribes.
My mom was a ‘sipper'
As a youngster I can always remember hearing my mom offer a guest or visitor upon arrival, “Can I get you a cup of coffee?” And then again they were always offered a fresh cup to go with dessert after a good meal or just by itself to always leave a good taste in one’s mouth. It was easy to make a fresh pot and there wasn’t anything else I don’t guess except water or a glass of milk. We never kept cold drinks in our house and I don’t think Kool-Aid had even been invented. At first, I remember I couldn’t stand the taste of it. I thought it had a bitter taste myself so I noticed mom and dad always added a few drops of cream or milk to flavor it some. Now my mom was a ‘sipper’ and would wait a few moments for the cup to cool some testing every few moments with a little sip until she would say it was alright, but my dad was a ‘slurper’. He would pour a small amount into his saucer blow across it a time or two to cool it somewhat then raise the saucer to his lips slurping up the enjoyable brew. My brothers and I use to laugh at the way dad liked his coffee, but mom would always defend him by sayin’ “that’s his business.”
You have to learn to drink it black...
I guess I learned to like coffee by buttering a piece of toast, folding it once and then dipping it into the cup of coffee and eating it. WOW! I can still remember that taste and I guess I was hooked for life. At first I liked it with cream like my folks but was told later in life that I could never enjoy a true cup of coffee until I learned to drink it black. After trying that, I must agree. To really taste the full flavor one needs to enjoy the coffee without any additives. And that’s the way I still enjoy it today. Heck, you can’t argue with the original ole Tennessee Coffee Bean…
© 2011 SamSonS
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