It’s a well established fact that I am just not a coffee drinker.
The smell is heavenly – but the taste has always let me down.
My kids, however, all drink coffee.
And not just any coffee – but good coffee. That’s why they make their own when they are here.
The only time I make coffee is when my parents come to visit and I pull my little vintage percolator and attempt to brew a pot. They’ve always said it was “fine”.
To be honest. I never even think about coffee except to make sure I have some in the freezer and half & half in the fridge when the kids are home.
So when Peter brought a bunch of friends down to help tear down the hovel, coffee was the last thing on my mind. At least until they staggered in the kitchen Saturday morning with bleary eyes and mumbling “Coffee?”
I went into full on panic mode and grabbed my little vintage peculator which looked grossly undersized and frantically tried to remember how to make coffee.
I don’t think I succeeded by the number of mugs full of coffee that were left on the table when they went outside.
The next day I texted my oldest son – the one known in our family as the connoisseur of fine brew – and asked him to teach my how to make a good cup o’ joe.
He took the challenge seriously and began lessons the very next time he was home.
I will admit he looked uncertain when I pulled out my little vintage percolator but gamely tried it.
He immediately dumped the pot.
Lesson 1 – when coffee is boiled it becomes bitter. Bitter is not good.
He then introduced me to the French Press <insert heavenly music> which is the easiest and almost dummy-proof way to make coffee.
As he carefully measured the coffee grounds and started the water boiling, he began explaining the different kinds of coffee, pros and cons of coffee beans and already ground coffee and how to tell when your coffee is old and why nobody wants to drink the three year coffee in my freezer.
Lesson 2 – Nobody likes old coffee. Old coffee is not good.
I listened intently as I watched him take the boiling water off the burner, let it sit for a minute to bring the temp down (lesson number 1!) and poured it over the ground coffee.
He then told Siri to set a timer for three minutes, and continued my education on all things coffee. Did you know there’s a roast date on every package of coffee? And the lighter the roast the more caffeine?
My head was spinning by the time Siri told him his coffee was done.
He carefully poured his perfectly made brew into a mug and sat down satisfied with the look on his face that only the most serious coffee drinkers understand.
I sat across from him holding my massive cup of green tea and realized that my brain was about to burst with information.
So I grabbed a recipe card and started making notes.
I fully realize that I may be teased about this for the rest of my life – but I will confess hear and now that I actually have a recipe for coffee.
And I used it when my parents visited.
And they immediately noticed that my coffee had improved. Greatly.
This momma has upped her coffee game!
Next lesson – how to get Siri to set the timer for 3 minutes!
Okay – don’t hold your breath on that one!