As I was recently pouring cream into my coffee, adding just enough until the creamy clouds billowed up to the top breaking the surface of enticing black, I remembered my Papa. He liked his coffee the same way, at least when I was serving. I realized that I had adopted the same habit and method of adding cream to my coffee.
“Just pour it in until it swirls back up,” he told me. For the coffee was always hot or brewing at Grandma and Papa’s, usually available with some choice of sweet dessert. And evaporated milk, punctured open and sitting beside the sugar bowl, was ever at the ready.
Now my personal choice is half and half. But back then, that little red and white can was perfectly fine. Because we were sipping our brew together and catching up on the news of the day.
Cone on over and we’ll have coffee. Just like Papa.
February 18, 2017 at 4:37 am
I have a coffee mug that I gave my Dad. It reads: Dear Dad, in answer to the questions you’ve asked me over the years-1. Yes, I thought we owned the electric company. 2. I don’t know what the hell I thought I was doing. 3. Yes, I did think you were made of money. Just thought you’d like to know.” It is my favorite mug!
February 18, 2017 at 3:52 pm
LOL! That’s a great mug! Have a delicious cup of coffee this morning in your favorite mug! 🙂
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