Morning Coffee Maneuvers

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

I remember, as a child, watching my mother ritualistically fill her brass coffee grinder full of beans and churn. It was part of her solemn morning coffee ceremony. I would watch in amusement as it seemed like at the time a lot of effort for one cup of Turkish coffee. The process appeared labourious to me, yet what I didn’t realize was that to her it was probably the only time she had to herself, that morning coffee ritual, still connecting to her ancestors, while raising two kids and holding down the fort.

I now have that brass coffee grinder, it sits in ornamentation. It was one thing I was adamant on having. To this day, she still makes her Turkish coffee, although with pre-ground beans, and at times exchanges the ritual for the easier one of the Nespresso.

And even though I have tried my hand at making a cup or two myself, it never turns out quite as good as my mother’s. Sometimes I think it’s because she has so much love and respect for the process, and other times I think maybe, just maybe she is in all actual fact, the coffee whisperer. -tM

*NB for those interested click on the Source link below for a little history on Turkish Kahve.

How Do You Take Your Coffee?

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How do you take your coffee? Do you take it to go? Do you take it standing at an espresso bar? Or do you slip it slowly while reading the paper or catching up on emails?

Either way there is always a ritual or routine behind the pep in your step elixir and if it is not recognized perhaps due to the rushed dash, we feel like our day and mood has been thrown.

I personally could never drink my coffee on the go. I take my coffee nice and slow, strong in flavour but leisurely in its consumption. And even though I managed to replace it with green tea for short a period of time in my life, there is nothing like the aroma and therapy that a good cup of coffee provides. -tM

Back to the Grind

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

I have a romantic love affair with coffee.

I long for the scent of the brew, the way it caresses my lips, only to leave behind its sweet yet bitter taste on my tongue. I long for the way it moves through my body, fuelling it for the 9-5 dance.

There is no other elixir that turns me on as such. I look forward to our meeting every morning, and on occasion an afternoon delight can feel oooooh so right.

Lady of the hour, you come with such great power. I think I love you. -tM