My Coffee Evolution - A Love Story

JohnnySavage

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In my teens and 20s I drank gallons of coffee, brewed from grinds (is that the right word?) that came in big, square, olive drab cans. And it was good.

In my 30s I drank gallons of drip coffee made from mass marketed grids like Folgers and Max's House. And it was good

In my 40s I turned to Starbucks and other designer coffees so strong it straightened out my pubic hair. And it was good.

Now... in my over 50s, I've resorted to store-brand coffee. I mix half a bag of decaf with half a bag of caffeinated. And it is good.


The one constant through all this coffee drinking has been my cup. My beloved cup. I received this cup in 1981 as part of a military ceremony and it has been all over the world with me and transferred countless gallons of coffee into my mouff.

I mention my cup because it's that time of the year - Cup Cleaning Day!

Once a year The Cup gets a detailed scrubbing, even if it doesn't need it.



Following the cleaning, there will be a reception on the veranda.
 
A recurring nightmare of mine, is that I drop The Cup and it breaks.

I'd be beside myself with grief.
 
Choozoo: Hey crotch rot! You gonna slurp my lifer's juice out of my own cup?
Highway: Yeah, I guess I should have gotten shots before hand.


:D
 
I didn't discover I liked coffee until I was 30.

I understand your passion, Johnny. Coffee is amazing stuff. Truly, the best way to start the day. Err...maybe second best. ;)

I have a favorite mug, but my attachment is not as strong as yours. Perhaps I should be on the hunt for the perfect mug.

I think, in general, women aren't as sentimental about such things as men are.
 
I went from Cuban coffee (?) to cheap coffee, to Altomayo coffee, even when it was the most expensive, then I moved to Wedding, and got back to cheap coffee again, as only one store in Berlin has Altomayo coffee. I only drink machine coffee (never tried the Starbuck one) when nothing else is in the near. Nothing beats the quality of filtered coffee.
 
I suddenly want to visit Johnny so i can be found in the kitchen innocently drinking coffee from this cup.
 
Johnny, your devotion to The Cup sounds like my devotion to The Stein.

I, um, "appropriated" a 1.5 liter glass beer stein from the Hofbrauhaus in Munich on New Years Eve 1978. It was the real deal, engraved glass with the Hofbrau logo, not the tacky painted decal stein they sold in the gift shop.

That stein travelled with me nonstop for 16 years. We shared some good times together.

Sadly, The Stein met an untimely end at a beer league softball game in 1994. My best friend in the whole wide world tested the limits of our friendship, he struck out in a game then sat his upset ass down on a picnic bench on the softball field sidelines. Unfortunately, The Stein was on the opposite end of the bench and his fat posterior caused The Stein to be catapulted into low earth orbit.

It crashed ten yards downrange and shattered.

My buddy attempted to "do the right thing" and get me a replacement the following year at Oktoberfest in Munchen, but by then the Hofbrauhaus had switched over to the cheaper thinner presumably more unbreakable steins.

I miss ole Steiny.
 
Coffee is icky. When I visit, may I drink hot chocolate from the sacred cup?
 
Of all the brick-a-brack and knick-knacks polluting the Savage Manse, The Cup is the only thing I will take with me when I walk out the door for the last time.

The clothes I'm wearing, a backpack with clean socks, and The Cup. The world will be my oyster.
 
I need coffee. And now I'm sad I don't have a special cup.


As long as it's coffee I'm happy, regardless of the container.
 
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