Sunday, September 29, 2013

A Pondering of Coffee & a Giveaway

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It seems like a good day to ponder coffee. I love that we have a National Coffee Day. Instead of running out to get my free coffee, I'd rather sit at home and drink what I like. And think about a coffee memory. 

I only started drinking coffee in college. We didn't grow up with Starbucks on every corner. Drinking it in high school would have been weird. Coffee was still the nasty Folgers that only "old" people drink. My college had a coffee shop, with a myriad of flavors and creams-- you couldn't even tell it was coffee! and thus, the love for this hot, sweet, comforting beverage began. The love, and the necessity of something that would keep our eyelids pried open.

My best friend had a small, four-cup pot for the dorm. I remember sitting on her floor, Sunday afternoons, drinking Gevalia coffee and dunking vanilla wafers. We each had textbooks open, studying for some exam. She was a biology/chemistry major, so her studying was filled with-- well, chemicals and anatomy and calculations. I was a Psychology/English major, so mine was filled with theories, dysfunctions, and literature. We listened to Enya and tried not to fall asleep. I think I usually did. We laughed a lot, and happened to study a little. 

How do you like your coffee? I'm in the mood to give away my current favorite from Trader Joe's. (If you prefer, I'll send a gift card so you can get your own coffee). Just leave me a comment below.

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In the meantime, sip your coffee and enjoy this little passage from a book on my shelf called The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown.

      "She's sleeping," our father announced gruffly, making his way into the kitchen. He must have gone out already; the paper was unfolded, a mug of coffee gone cold beside it. He lifted the front section as Cordy deftly slipped a plate onto the table, golden omelet flecked green and white with onions and peppers from the garden. "Thank you," he said, looking at her and then back at the plate, pondering the mystery of how the girl and the meal were connected.
     "You're welcome," Cordy said. She poured and cooked another omelet, eased it onto her plate, and joined him at the table. Our father hid behind the paper, but she heard the sounds of his silverware, the grimacing swallow as he drank his coffee, bitter and black. 
     As a child, Bean had developed a tremendous aversion to the sound of chewing. At the breakfast table, faced with the melodious crunching of our entire family's teeth working against their cereal, she would grow furiouser and furiouser until she stood and stomped off to eat elsewhere, in peace. Cordy had never been bothered like this. She loved the symphonic harmony of people eating, the gentle sigh of pleasure at the meeting of taste and bud, the percussive notes of cutlery. 
     "I really like working at the coffee shop," she said, apropos of nothing. Our father lowered the paper, brows down, and stared at our sister. "I was just thinking, I love all the sounds. Like the steamer, and the bell on the door, and the conversations. I can work, and I can just listen to all those sounds around me, and it's kind of comforting, you know?"
Here I am, ready to pour your coffee! circa 1979
     "If music be the food of love," our father said, and gave a short smile.
(Find The Weird Sisters here.)

Tell me about a coffee memory you have!
(Random drawing on 10/1; US and Canada) 

By the way, I'm with Bean-- I HATE the sounds of chewing! :0)







12 comments:

  1. Drinking a mocha and doing homework with my best friends in college :)

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    1. Hi Rachel! Mmm, mocha. Always made homework more bearable.

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  2. A coffee memory I have is with our small Bible Study/Friendship group, Group Leaf (I think that was the name) from "back in the day"! Do you remember that? I miss those days......us ladies getting together, drinking coffee, eating treats and sharing with one another! :-)

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  3. I meant Green Leaf! Not Group Leaf! :-)

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    1. Yes, I'll never forget those wonderful times! Wish we could have that again. But our night we stayed up late recently was fun. (Where was the coffee then?)

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  4. Fun post, Christina!

    I really didn't start drinking coffee until I had my first job out of college. There I worked with all of the physicians on staff of a large teaching hospital. And since the area of my department in which I managed was the core of their record-keeping and research concerns, I thought it might be nice to have coffee brewing for their pleasure throughout the day and night. I remember saying to one of the orthopedic surgeons that I don't know how people told the difference between caffeinated and decaffeinated coffee. He replied, "Substitute decaf for your caffeinated coffee, and you'll know the difference when you have a pounding headache at noon." He was right about that, but since then (too many years later to mention) I've become such a coffee connoisseur that I can smell the difference between the two--LOL!

    BTW, love the very sweet picture of you as a small tike, Christina!

    Lisa

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    1. Lisa, good to hear from you! Okay, I like the line "coffee brewing for their pleasure." Makes me chuckle. Oh yes, I've had pounding headaches when I tried to substitute iced tea for my morning coffee. Not good. I'm still waiting for the day when WE sit down to our first coffee together!

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    2. I too look forward to the day when we share a cup of coffee and chat about writing, Christina! You are so sweet to award us all with coffee. Your posts are always so much fun, that's reward enough.

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  5. My random winner is. . . Rachel!!! But I'm such a pushover, so all three of ya will get coffee. Thanks again for coming by and sharing your memories.

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  6. Ahhh...you're so sweet! Thanks, Christina! It was fun to visit your blog! :-)

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  7. Coffee? Did somebody mention a steaming cuppa java? Oh yeah, baby, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!

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    1. Hehe. Yesssss. Love finding coffee-loving kindred spirits. I'm totally off to check out your books, Michelle.

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