The love of coffee

Rick Watson
Posted 4/9/17

I’m “procaffeinating” this morning. That’s the tendency to put off doing anything until I’ve had coffee. It’s an affliction that began early and I’ve struggled with it all my life.

The blame rests on the shoulders of my mother. We …

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The love of coffee

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I’m “procaffeinating” this morning. That’s the tendency to put off doing anything until I’ve had coffee. It’s an affliction that began early and I’ve struggled with it all my life.

The blame rests on the shoulders of my mother. We lived in the old house in Sloss Hollow when I was in grammar school and my older brother and sister were in high school.

My mom rose early and cooked breakfast for my dad, who left for work around 5:30 a.m. But the first order of business each morning was putting on the coffee. She was a little scary until she had her coffee.

After she got him off to work, she made another pot and had a few moments of peace to herself before she had to get us ready for school. During those moments, she sat at our old Formica kitchen table sipping her steaming cup of coffee.

I loved the smell of her coffee, so one morning I asked if I could have some. She thought for a moment and then poured a little coffee in a cup, put in milk with a spoonful of sugar and pushed it across the table to me. It was love at first sip.

Thankfully, my wife Jilda is also a coffee connoisseur too. I’m not sure I could have gone through with our wedding had she not been into coffee.

For years, we had a membership with Gevalia Coffee. Every month we received a new shipment. Coffee from Brazil has a different flavor than coffee from Africa.

One of our favorite kinds was Sumatra coffee from Indonesia. During the holidays, Gevalia shipped us flavored coffee, which was a treat. Hazelnut Mocha was one of our favorite, but there is no substitute for the “REAL THANG.”

Some of our favorite venues where we perform our music is at coffee houses. Without exception, coffee houses are the best places to play. The people there tend to be ones who embrace new tastes, not only in coffee but in music.

We normally spend the money we make performing on bags of coffee for our stash at home. Music for nectar of life seems like a fair trade for us. Our motto is: “Will Play For Coffee.”

Coffee first appeared on the African continent in Ethiopia during the 11th century. It quickly spread to Yemen, Istanbul and other countries in that region. The coffee flower smells like jasmine according to Wikipedia, and they called coffee beans, “The Magic Fruit.” I get that.

When either Jilda or I have a doctor’s appointment that require fasting, it’s the lack of coffee that is problematic. Both of us are easygoing people but encounters with us are risky on coffeeless mornings. (Is that a word?)

This morning, I sat tapping the keys trying to think of a topic for this column. I could hear our coffeemaker gurgling in the kitchen. When Jilda asked if I’d decided on a topic yet, I shook my head.

She said, “You’re procaffeinating!” The coffeemaker beeped indicating that my morning fix was ready. I smiled, not only because I was about to enjoy that first taste of coffee, but also, I knew what my column would be about this week.

NOTE: I will be signing books at Jasper Mall today from 2 until 4 p.m. Y’all come by, say hello and bring me a cup of coffee if you don’t mind.

Rick Watson is a columnist and author. His latest book Life Changes is available on Amazon.com. You can contact him via email at rick@rickwatson-writer.com