Tea and alcohol have been common beverage choices for over 5,000 years, making coffee a relative newcomer. Evidence of coffee drinking shows up in Yemen in the 15th century. Some denounced it as devil’s brew, but coffee had its champions. When an Ottoman clergyman shuttered local coffee houses, the Sultan executed him and reopened the shops. Coffee spread to Venice, where a priest called it a “bitter invention of Satan.” Pope Clement VIII dared to sample the curious liquid and hailed it a gift from God.
Who am I to argue with Sultans and Popes? Drip coffee offers a full pot of convenience, a French press exudes robust goodness, and a pour-over provides airy brightness. I have roughed it with an old-fashioned camp-style percolator and enjoyed intense espresso. I am an equal opportunity coffee drinker. Fast food brew, bad diner java, and coffee house specialties are a welcome start to any day. Whether they serve it in a paper cup, a restaurant-grade mug, or fine china, there is something special about having coffee prepared for you. As much as I like to make my coffee at home, I miss sitting at a shop and writing or meeting with friends for a good gossip session. Their list of add-ons reminds me of ice cream Sunday toppings.
But I am a purist and avoid sugar, cream or other additions to my cup. Henry is correct, the only thing I want with my morning coffee is another cup of coffee. And maybe a Danish.
How do you take your coffee?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer