Coffee Thoughts

When dirt was new, and I worked offshore, I started drinking coffee. Why at that point in my life? I have no idea, but it influenced my taste for coffee.

We had two pots of coffee: one was a large percolator with the light roast, and the other was a small percolator with the dark roast. The large pot always seemed to be empty, when I had time for coffee, and the small always seemed full.

Only one man on the platform liked the dark roast, which was the reason for the small pot. I soon joined him, since there was always coffee, and I became accustomed to the dark, strong coffee.

I remember visiting my grandparents one afternoon, and was offered some coffee. I jumped at the opportunity, but was disappointed. I knew they didn't drink strong coffee, but seeing the bottom of the cup was a sign there would be some flavor, but not very much. It was as though my grandmother made an effort to see how weak she could make coffee, and still call it coffee.

So, my taste in coffee is the darker roasts, strong and with plenty of sugar and cream. It's how I roll, and while some have given me flack over how I fix my coffee, I really don't care. I like it that way, and they can kiss my butt, if it's so disturbing to them, as they flex their muscles and act like they enjoy their black coffee.

My favorite is Community Coffee. I know many can't buy it at the store, since it's a local product found mostly in Louisiana and along the Gulf Coast. Still, it's one to try, if you really like coffee. To me, it's up there with any gourmet coffee, and makes for some enjoyable moments in the early morning.

One word of caution: If you see Community Coffee in a convenience store, or doughnut shop, don't assume it will be a good cup of coffee. They mostly use the prepackaged filter bags, which makes the coffee taste as though it was filtered through an old sock. Avoid such things; they can ruin your first experience with Community Coffee.