The coffee ritual is strong in my family. My father has it, I have it, and my sister has it. And, like every other family, we have our own rituals and brewing methods.
The above percolator is an emergency replacement on a camping trip. Gross coffee is better than no coffee... almost. Even when we're in a trailer, especially then, I need to have a little time to drink my cup in the early morning without being rushed. I love it when it's cool outside and the coffee is super steamy. Once I'm done, it's okay for us to hurry off on some trek, but trust me, not a moment before. Coffee should not be rushed.
Most mornings my husband and I press Community coffee (they're the ones with a chicory blend) and try for a leisurely breakfast. But it usually ends with everyone scattering away from the table packing and combing things like mad, everyone but me. I forego a sharp appearance (I'm just going to run like a native anyway) to stare into space a bit longer. Unless it's Saturday morning, then we all take our time and stare into space with SpongeBob.
Oh, and don't ever try to wash his pot with soap.He probably passed the ritual on to his children because, though they entertained with it and he had many a meeting about labor disputes over it through the seventies and eighties, my mom never drank it.
My sister and I, on the other hand, arrange our visits together around it like most people arrange theirs around meals. We don't need the meal, really, just the coffee. It can be pressed, dripped, percolated or espressoed. It's not really about the drink, but the time to talk together, anyway. However, I will say Mexican mochas nurture the best spontaneous conversation ( just a pinch of cayenne.)
Even if I'm home alone and drinking it iced, I fall into my family ritual of using coffee as an excuse to slow down and relax. It doesn't have to be social, I'm cool with drinking it while I knit in silence or sit on the patio. Anywhere is good, as long as you don't rush me.
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