I woke up this morning and I drank the most amazing cup of coffee. I thought of my grandmother. She loved the smell of coffee, but she couldn’t stand the taste. It just dawned on me, after all these years of listening to her tell me about this coffee predicament of hers, that the only coffee that she ever tasted was Folgers instant coffee granules.
The taste was so outrageously terrible that it ruined coffee for her…forever. She would never taste another cup. You couldn’t pay her to even take a sip of another variety. She was certain that all coffee would taste like this horrible cat litter tasting coffee, and she didn’t want to go through the trauma of tasting bad coffee again. And that’s pretty sad, because coffee is like a dream come true for me. No matter how hectic and crazy life gets for me, I know that tomorrow, there will be a hot cup of light roasted Columbian Supremo in my hand and I’ll know that I can bravely face another day.
Sadly, all my grandmother could ever manage to do was sit in her recliner and watch soap box operas. She never went on a quest to find the perfect Tanzanian Peaberry. She had no stories of frightening journeys to discover a nice Guatemalan Mountain brew. She was far too tired. You know why? She couldn’t drink coffee. Folgers ruined coffee for her. My grandmother is now completely unable to move and has been in a completely vegetative state for 6 years, and it’ all because there is no coffee in her life to get her going.
I am suddenly aware that there are people in our society that believe that coffee is toxic and should not be consumed. I am not going to argue with anyone. Coffee is not for everyone. If everyone drank coffee, there would be a coffee shortage and the prices would go up. I’d have to limit my coffee drinking to 2 cups a day and I don’t think I could bear that. So never mind.