When I think about why coffee has a special place in my life, I transform into a young boy again, seven or eight years old, standing in front of my grandmother’s yellow “Frigidaire” with the door open searching for half and half. As the cold air hit my face, and my ears danced with the sound of country music, I could hear her saying with a smile, “it’s in the door”.
Grandma Ella’s kitchen was like magic. Everyone from the neighborhood was drawn to its “special something”. The local mechanics, day laborers, and of course, other relatives knew she would be cooking breakfast early; they knew Folgers would be assisting, and they couldn’t resist strong black liquid love. It was something I never notice until we moved in with my grandparents after my parents separated. It was a difficult time; however, I remember the family rallying around us; I remember sitting at my grandmother’s feet listening to her stories. I remember feeling the love she showed and the smell of her coffee in the air.
Because of my grandmother, love and coffee are a pair for me. I never think of one without some hint of the other. When I’ve had a rough day, I think about which bourbon will assist me in the rest I need and the cup of coffee I’m going to have in the morning. Coffee is healing for me. It conjures up a kitchen were unconditional love abides and reminds me of my grandmothers hands, strong and worn, but gentle and loving, holding a cup of coffee. It reminds me of the enduring love I strive to build with my own family.
Mocha Notes is a reflection of my passion for coffee and a tribute to my Grandma Ella. My goal is to explore and highlight facts around the coffee industry, coffee regions, recommend great coffee, highlight coffee shops, interview wonderful interesting baristas, and keep you motivated and informed so that you, too, can experience love, in a tangible sense, dipped in coffee.
The Mocha God