Who else but my Mom would buy me an expresso machine, a coffee grinder - and call me and tell me that she just bought me a new bag of coffee? Just her!
After she died, in my talking with my brother, he told me that whenever he used to take her out to dinner, she would ask, regarding the coffee, "Is it fresh?" So, after we lost her (for now, anyways), when I went out for lunch with my brother, just to celebrate our Mom, he ordered some coffee, and asked, in remembrance of her, "Is it fresh??"
Tonight, I found myself doing the same thing - and thought of my Mom. :)
Call it "Joe", or call it "Swedish gasoline", I find it wonderful.
If you wish, you can leave this lovely watercolor of a coffee mug (by my Mom, Trudy DuBois) sit on your screen for a while, while you play this tongue-in-cheekly humorous rendition of the Bach "Coffee Cantata", linked below; and go prepare yourself a hot, wonderful cup of the good stuff. :)
Bach Coffee Cantata
(The big excitement, when the lady starts singing the most fun part, begins at about 4:40 into the video. I will do a "spoiler" though: Yes, at the end, the whole roomful of musicians is imbibing in coffee.) :)
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