Morning mistress

I have shared more with coffee, or with people over coffee, than I can remember. In southern Louisiana, coffee isn't just a thing or just another drink. Coffee is a way of life, namely Community Coffee (family owned and operated since 1919). For most people, coffee is something they grab on the way out the door in the morning. Here, we make it an event, if you can call it that. We sit and sip, we savor. Coffee is a part of our lives before we were born. I can remember sitting in my Maw-Maw's (grandmaw for all you non- southern folks) kitchen with a glass of coffee milk (more milk and sugar then coffee back then) thinking I was special because I got to drink coffee with the grownups. One of my favorite memories is waking up on her black leather couch and not moving. I like to take in the morning, that just-woke-up feeling. I loved listening to her and Mr. John (another entry all together) speak Cajun French to each other. They were always quiet, so not to
wake my sister or I up. Sometimes Passe Partout (very popular morning program here) would be on. Coffee was always present. When my dad was in the Army, we lived in Germany for about 4 years. My mom would have Community Coffee shipped to us from the States. That's how much it meant to us. We drink no other cofffee. It's a way of life here. I feel a little bit of a fraud when I drink another type of coffee.

What's your coffee story?