“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” – T.S. Eliot

Cup of black coffee on white table

Before reading my post, head over to Serious Eats and read “The Case for Bad Coffee”. This post really resonated with me.

Coffee is comforting to me. From smudged and greasy mugs of Waffle House coffee that alternates between brown bean water to spoon-standing strong, to the cold brew concentrate that we make at our office weekly, to the Cinnabon K-cups sitting on my kitchen counter, to the Starbucks that I treated myself to this morning. I could drink coffee all day, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’d be awake all night.

I love good coffee. But good coffee is subjective. I love Starbucks’ foo-foo drinks, but I would never get a simple cup of coffee from them because I feel like they over-roast the beans. If I’m driving late at night or early in the morning, I’ll stop and pick up a convenience store coffee, and even though most people turn their nose up at it, at that moment it’s amazing. Diner coffee can be the best you’ve ever had if you are talking for hours with a loved one.

Bad coffee is the stuff you make a full pot of on the weekends just in case some friends stop by. It’s what you sip when you’re alone at the mechanic’s shop getting your oil change, thinking about where your life has taken you; what you nurse as you wait for a loved one to get through a tough surgery. It’s the Sanka you share with an elderly great aunt while listening to her tell stories you’ve heard a thousand times before. Bad coffee is there for you. It is bottomless. It is perfect.
– Keith Pandolfi, The Case for Bad Coffee

Coffee reminds me of my Maw-Maw. She always had a pot of coffee sitting on the burner from morning until night, ever-ready in case someone stopped by. I would wake up super early when I was visiting her, and would sit at the kitchen table with her and my Paw-Paw, sipping my teeth-achingly sweet coffee (which, honestly, was probably more milk and sugar than coffee). They used to dip their toast into coffee, and I would follow their lead. To this day coffee and toast is my preferred breakfast at home.

I haven’t dipped my toast into coffee in a LONG time, but I think I might do it this weekend.

What’s the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had? Where were you? Who were you with? Comment and tell your coffee stories.

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