The Joy of Java

 Coffee was the first experience I remember sharing with my Dad. he would wake up at 4am to get ready for work and put on a pot of coffee. Dad has always made great coffee. If hearing him in the kitchen didn't rouse me from my light sleep, the robust smell of brewing coffee would gently stir me from slumber. I would pad out in my footed pajamas. A four year old of tiny stature. Wipe the sleep from my eyes and breathe in the heady aromas of the kitchen. Coffee was an elixir, ironically soothing. Dad would fix me a small cup o' joe. One quarter coffee, three teaspoons of sugar and three quarters warmed milk.  As I grew, the proportions changed. But only Dad knew how to fix my coffee.

Coffee was with family breakfast on Sundays. Served after dinners at which we had guests or it was holiday. Eventually it became part of my morning ritual again. And part of my evenings when in my teens, my friends and I would hang out at Diners, drinking copious pots of coffee and munching french fries or toasted corn muffins thick with butter. 

I laughed, cried, comforted and commiserated over much coffee in my life.  There has been coffee at every shivah, wedding, b'nai mitzvot, bridal or baby shower and party I have ever been to.

Just the smell evokes the passionate emotion of life. These days I can even drink it black. But I still prefer a touch of sweetner and a little milk. Lattes and cappuccinos are great, but for real comfort, just gimme an old fashioned cup o' joe.

 Now as an adult, I have made sure that all my children, whether they enjoy drinking the beverage or not, can fix a decent pot of coffee. I should have named one of them "Bean."  Two of them have some form of "Joe" as a middle name.  They all know the quickest way to suck up to Mom is to fix her a good cup of coffee. They stand before me, anxiously rubbing their hands together, waiting the verdict on that particular pot. "Is it good?" They ask.  My 13 year old is exceptional at it, although she doesn't seem to like to drink it.  Yet.  Of course it is good.

Bananafone Bananafone
46-50, F
7 Responses Feb 16, 2009

No problem Chance! I'm glad to meet someone who can identify with me!

What a beautiful story! As a child I remember being at my grandmothers on my dad's side (I was probably only 2 or 3) for what was probably Sunday dinner. She would give me what she called "coffee milk" which was of course mostly milk or cream and just a bit of coffee. Now about 40 years later I still have to have coffee everyday, usually twice a day, and it's got to be good coffee, dark, robust, and hot! That is one of the most soothing beverages I know. Not only does it wake you up and energize you but it gives a warm feeling to your insides going down. It can also comfort me in times of sadness. Thank you also for bringing me back to my childhood and my family who is no longer with me but whom I remember fondly

I admit when my oldest son was a baby, I ran out of milk and used breast milk in my coffee...actually, it was pretty good, just thinner than cow's milk.

I love coffee too !! But I love to put ___ in it for creamer!!

Enjoy it, it is no problem. I drink between 8 to 14 cans of Diet Coke each day and have been doing it since 1984 in addition to my coffee consumption. I'm still alive and kicking!

you know my use too tell me when i was growing up i could make a mean pot of coffee but i wouldnt drink now i have to have aleast 3 cups a day or my day is off alittle.. and thats not always a good thing

Great story, great memories. Thanks for sharing.