I think that most people would agree that there is something wonderful about the aroma of fresh coffee. This morning I decided I would pay more attention to my morning ritual of preparing the first cup of morning Joe or Java. I love language so I also looked up synonyms for coffee. Most of them are slang; I never knew that coffee could be “brain juice”. C8H10N4O2 is actually the representation of the coffee molecule. I delved a little more into the secret life of the coffee bean.
I learned so much about the fabulous “energy bean” and the information inspired me to be even more mindful of the process I go through every morning. I went to a local department store and counted at least 15 different kinds and types of coffee makers. It is truly mind-boggling. I remember when my father brought home a coffee pot for me to give my mom one Mother’s Day. It was blue enamel ware and my mother loved it. I actually bought one similar to that one a few years back at an antique shop. It brought back so many memories. But before that my mother would simply boil water, add a few tablespoons of ground Espresso coffee and use a cloth colander as a filter as she poured her dark morning juice over frothed whole milk. I have not tasted coffee like hers ever. Everyone loved her coffee. So I have been very mindful of trying to recreate her cup of early morning brew.
I ground the beans first and the aroma wakes me up a little. I froth the milk. Today I used a French press but I have two electric percolators, three different sized French presses, one Italian Espresso coffee pot and yes a white cone-shaped cloth colander like the one my mom used. It is brand new because I do not want it to get stained and because I know that at some point I will not be able to find another one like it.
I want to get a manual hand grinder. I use an electric one and it is loud. The milk frother is also a little loud but it is worth it because it does such a great job. Both the milk and the coffee have to be almost as hot. I pour the coffee over the frothed milk, add coconut palm sugar, and sprinkle cinnamon.
I try to sip slowly and I look out the bay window in my kitchen as I watch the birds frolic from tree limb to tree limb. The sun shines through that side of the house in the morning and I always find the shadow of something or other.
I watch as my husband dips his toast or crackers in his cup. He always exclaims that the coffee is perfect. I can almost hear my dad’s voice saying the same thing. Its was a very mindful morning coffee time.
Here are some links that might interest those of you who love coffee.
Coffee Pots and Makers
The Origin of Coffee
The Long History of the Espresso Machine
Happy Coffee Time!!!!