Since we did not have things like dvds and video games, watching coffee perk was fascinating.And then, Mom would pour the coffee into a cup, stir in some evaporated milk from a can, some sugar….take a sip…. and… Oh GLORY! She would head off to do something and leave the coffee on the counter.

It was a matter of time. I would head up to make my bed or whatever and thirty minutes later, when I came back into the kitchen the coffee would be room temperature and ready to drink as far as I was concerned.

Never enough to make a noticeable difference in the level of the rapidly chilling brew, but enough to know that I preferred my mom’s cold coffee to my dad’s martini olives hands down.

As I was cleaning the pantry the other day I came across the coffee pot. No cords. No gadgets. No touch-pad. Just the brutal honesty of stainless steel “guts” and smooth exterior…and of course, the clear knob on top.

Later I am going to make some 1960’s style coffee. I am going to listen to the sound of the coffee pot and smell the aroma as it begins to waft through my kitchen. I am going to get my mom’s old, Stuckey’s Coffee Club mug (these things are selling for like 100.00 each on ebay!) and pour some coffee. It may be that I find that my tastes have changed and matured…..and then again it may taste just as good as it used to.

So..what are the memories that you have associated with coffee?

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