A Cup of Coffee
I am thankful for a good cup of coffee. It’s my guilty pleasure of choice. Give me dark roast beans of good quality, a sprinkle of cinnamon, and I will be one happy camper.
There are definitely different varieties of coffee, and while I’ll generally sip a little of any kind offered, I prefer the strong, dark, high-test variety. It doesn’t have to be Starbucks, although they do brew a fine cup of Joe. I’m happy with our own home brew and a favorite mug.
Church coffee, almost akin to incense if you’re Lutheran, is a hospitality staple. The problem is that it’s usually brewed too light in order to meet a wider range of palates. After 2:00 p.m., it’s probably going to be decaffeinated, as well. If you live in the upper Midwest, church coffee is likely to be “Egg Coffee.” Before you go getting all grossed out, you can’t taste or see the egg at all. If the brewer knows what he or she (most likely she) is doing, you’ll get a pale, clear amber brew that’s light and satisfying. It won’t be anything like Starbucks, but it has its own unique qualities. To make egg coffee properly, an egg must be broken and stirred into the grounds. The coffee is cooked, not dripped, on the stove top in large granite ware pots. When it’s deemed ready, the grounds are strained off, leaving behind a tried and true drink that’s warmed the hearts and souls of many a potluck and funeral lunch attendee.
But, I digress. This morning, I held a green Starbucks mug in both hands savoring the smell, warmth, and flavor of freshly ground beans, dripped to near perfection, while gazing out the kitchen window at the light coat of frost on the grass and the now barren orchards in the distance. With each sip I could sense a few more neurons firing and the body wakening to face the day ahead.
It’s good, that first cup of morning coffee, and I’m thankful to be able to enjoy this ritual each day. Fairly traded, sustainable, and delicious–that’s my ideal cup.
How about you? What morning ritual do you enjoy? Do you remember to give thanks for it?