Me thinks my ole gran is having a chuckle
as she watches me trying her old aluminum
percolator on for size. I mean really?! When
one is camping, it just doesn't seem right to
be drinking coffee out of little designer jars!
So, which coffee to use? How long should
it perk? How do you keep the coffee from
being riddled with grounds? Or . . . do
you just grin and bear it?!
I have this obscure memory . . . Finished
perking, gran would let the pot sit for a
a few seconds, and then lift out the pot's
innards. Her cup at the ready, she'd add
one piece of ice to the boiling coffee and
all the grounds would sink to the bottom.
Now, there's a phenomenon that not even
God can explain!
Gran lived a sweet, simple life . . . not
much money involved. So, she drank
plain old Folgers. Nothing wrong with
that! It's just that in this day and age, we
all seem to be addicted to our designer
coffees. Having said that, I have never
ever tasted better coffee than hers!
Was it the coffee? The old percolator?
Gran's tiny, rustic kitchen? Or, was it
Gran herself?! Bottom line, coffee of
its equal is nowhere to be found. God,
I miss her . . .
. . . and her coffee notwithstanding!
having me a brew
come on in for a cuppa
makes the day go right
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