Coffee has been around a long time. The earliest evidence of it appears in the middle of the 15th century in the Sufi monasteries around Mokha in Yemen. It was there coffee seeds were first roasted and brewed. Yemeni traders brought coffee back to their homeland from Ethiopia and began to cultivate the seed.
In 1670, coffee seeds were smuggled out of the Middle East by Baba Budan, when he strapped seven coffee seeds onto his chest. The first plants grown from these smuggled seeds were planted in Mysore. After that coffee spread to Italy, the rest of Europe, to Indonesia and the Americas. [courtesy National Day of Calendar]
I am curious why the beans had to be smuggled. I am also puzzled by the fact that currently the largest coffee producing nations are Brazil and Columbia. How did that happen? I guess it doesn’t matter much as long as I get my morning cup of coffee, and my afternoon cup, and my after every meal cup. Yes, I drink a lot of coffee, but it is generally decaf. The regular stuff does funny things to my innards.
My parents always had a cup of coffee in front of them. I can remember the stove top coffee pots and mother scolding if coffee grounds went down the drain when we cleaned it. My father used a Kleenex as a coffee filter because it was handy. I can hear him sputtering when one day the Kleenex was a perfumed Puff’s. His coffee tasted like perfume and he wasn’t happy about it. Puff’s weren’t allowed in the house after that. The advent of the percolator was a big deal. The coffee didn’t taste burned even after sitting in the pot a while. They didn’t live long enough to meet the Kurig. I can guess they would say it was wasteful not to make a whole pot at once.
I have not jumped on the Starbuck’s bandwagon. I can’t see paying that much for a cup of coffee, or sugary flavored beverage, and it embarrasses me to death to be standing next to someone I know who gives a full sentence order to get something they consider divine. I feel sorry for the barista. I make my coffee at home, and take my own cup.
We recently got a new furnace. The young men installing it gulped down about three cups of coffee apiece; said thank you about five times and admitted they needed a wake-me-up that morning. I didn’t tell them it was decaf. Maybe that’s why they drank so much, because the buzz never hit. That makes me chuckle.
I’ve had a lot of memorable conversations over a good cup of coffee. We’ll avoid getting into a discussion about what makes one cup of coffee better than another. However you drink it, enjoy.