Simple Things: Coffee
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Like all good Southern parents, mine started me out on coffee-milk, sweet and creamy, like a latte, for babies. In Louisiana, we call it café au lait, after our French tradition. I love it that way still. I've never graduated to unsweetened black coffee. I hear it will put hair on my chest.
I have what you call a delicate palette. So precise is my palette, that it will tolerate only one coffee. One brand. One roast. I don’t drink bitter coffee, because - hello - aftertaste. Ditto, weak. Weak coffee is not worth the time. I don’t drink coffee thick as mud, either. I drink coffee that is just right. Baby bear coffee.
A 1:1 ratio is the ticket. One scoop of coffee for every cup of water, in a Bunn, is what blows my skirt up. I don't grind my own beans. That feels a lot like work, and I don't associate coffee with work. For me, coffee is a leisure activity.
I associate coffee with relaxing, family, friends, and laughs. Oh, and giggly late night runs to Coffee Call in Baton Rouge for a café au lait and biegnets, which, come to think of it, included relaxing, family, friends, and a great many laughs.
I look forward to coffee. It's the real reason I get out of bed in the mornings, if I'm honest. I'm pretty sure Heaven is going to smell like coffee brewing. I intend to find out.
I import my coffee these days. From Louisiana to Illinois. Tragically, my coffee of choice is not sold here. No worries. I'm in the Coffee Club. I have a handy-dandy automatic recurring order: 10lbs of coffee every month or so. It seems excessive, but hear me out. We drink a great deal of coffee. Plus, I give this coffee as gifts. I have converted people all over the country to this coffee, from South Carolina to Utah. I panic if I have less than 3 pounds of it in the house. Sometimes I have to make an emergency order in between, if I'm on the verge of running out before my scheduled shipment.
I don't like my stash to get too low.
Community Coffee in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, will celebrate its 100th birthday in 2019. They have never compromised their commitment to community and quality. Likewise, I have never compromised my commitment to their sweet nectar of the gods, Community Coffee Dark Roast.
No, I'm not paid to promote Community Coffee. I pay them. Monthly. For coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. I call that a Win/Win.
It's the simple things. Cheers.
Cabin coffee is the best.
Curious? Our friend, John Jackson, of Out Da Bayou on the Discovery Channel, has a unique relationship with Community Coffee. John, a Baton Rouge native (and, by default, Community Coffee drinker), traveled to Finca Monte Grande in Chiapas, Mexico, to document the phenomenon that is Community Coffee, from bean to cup. Click here to view his fascinating documentary on my favorite cup of joe.
