Millstone coffee sent me some samples and they even make organic coffee. They sent me several different flavors, but I haven’t had any yet because Earl Grey tea has made a comeback in my life at the moment. But! Give me YOUR best coffee story (funny, yummy, etc…) and I’ll send two lucky winners their coffee fudge recipe. I’ll leave comments open until Wednesday to get the best ones. So, tell me about your Cuppa The Day.
February 26, 2007 @ 6:47 am | Filed under Cuppa the Day | Permalink |
dragon-mum Said,
February 26, 2007 @ 8:04 am
WOW I seriously have to consider this one for a while. I think I know which one I am going to use as my entry, but I need to check my memory banks for any other good’uns
Daisy Said,
February 26, 2007 @ 3:47 pm
Here’s a quick one. I walked into the staff lounge one afternoon and heard my name mentioned, as in “I hope Daisy doesn’t come in now.” The gym teacher and the building engineer (we call them “The Randys”) were down on the floor picking up a mess — they had just broken the coffeepot, and they hoped I wouldn’t show up until they’d replaced it.
I guess I’m the Coffee Queen in my building. I make it every morning, drink more than my share of it throughout the day. I don’t mind the “honor”; I can sure think of worse.
dragon-mum Said,
February 27, 2007 @ 6:47 am
Okay I’ve got it.
3 days after the c-section birth of Ayden and I was still stuck in hospital. No amount of tantrums or bribery could convince them to let me go home. The crap they were giving me to eat was driving me bonkers. But the worst was the piss poor excuse for coffee. Right colour, no taste, no smell, no kick. I’m pretty sure it was just brown coloured water with some milk chucked in.
I figured if I HAD to stay, I deserved a decent coffee. And the one Justin was smuggling in at night was just not enough.
Ayden was happily sleeping in the nursery. I asked the nurses if they would mind if I went and wandered around outside and got some exercise and fresh air. They warned me to keep my mobile phone on in case they needed me, to not strain myself and hooked me up to a mobile wheelie IV thing. I wandered for ages and after a few smokes, decided enough was enough.
I lived 5 minutes walk from the hospital. I could see my house from the maternity ward. I figured I could sneak home, get REAL COFFEE and sneak back, with no one the wiser. I checked with the nurses, Ayden was still alseep, and they gave me permission to stay outside for a while longer.
I ACTUALLY walked/shuffled home in slippers and one of those stupid gowns, pushing my IV alongside me. I was so pleased with myself as I shuffled back to the hospital with a jar of coffee under my arm. The whole trip took me nearly an hour! I never even wondered why people passing in cars were honking at me.
By the time I got back the nurses were in hysterics. They had seen me walking home, and apparently I amused the ward greatly FLASHING my NAKED bum at them all. I was too bloody exhausted to be embarrased. I just made a coffee, and grinned at the nurses while I asked them if they would like some
And yes, the cuppa was worth the humiliation of going out in public with no undies on!
Mike Said,
February 27, 2007 @ 3:43 pm
Can you say French Press. Coarse grind Espresso beans - a very generous amount, fill canister with steaming hot water, let steep for 4 min - off to the side. That frothy stuff at the top is the best. Go outside and enjoy a smoke. look at the sky and enjoy the sunshine. Upon returning, I decided to change the sparklettes water bottle atop the dispenser. A very loud “crash” meaning down came the french press with coffee already steeped - yes I cleaned the mess up. Needless to say I didn’t get one sip of coffee that day, but I did buy a new French press that evening.
Mocha Momma » A Pablum Post Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 6:06 am
[...] I have a contest going on. Seriously. Sure, it’s cheesy, but don’t you want something I send you in the mail? Something I’ve touched? Possibly licked? Something to show your friends and family members so you can boast that Mocha Momma sent me this? I thought so. You’re so transparent. [...]
Elizabeth Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 7:43 am
Oh Dragon-Mum WINS. No one can possibly top that story!
Chris Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 8:48 am
My First Cuppa
When I was 13 my grandma took me out for a day of shopping and lunch. I felt so grown up because no one had ever taken me out for a day like that except my mom.
I don’t remember where we went shopping, or even what we bought. It couldn’t have been anything terribly exciting because grams never spent money on toys and her taste in clothes was somewhat akin to a private school uniform.
Grams told me we were stopping for lunch in Yorkville on the way home, at a little restaurant she often visited with her friends. The restaurant was in a strip mall, but not the kind you see today. The strip mall was actually built around a set of courtyards that had trees and park benches. There were antique street lights for night. All the stores faced inward so that from the street you saw the back of the buildings, not the store front. It was a beautifully designed little shopping area.
The restaurant looked like it had come straight out of a 1920’s tea party. There was lace over every table and big potted ferns placed around the dining area. The walls were covered in a large pastel peacock tail design. Once you were seated a little plate of lady fingers and a silver serving set containing sugar and cream were set at the table. Each table was also adorned with a small potted African violet.
Once we were given the menus grams told me that I would love their tuna melt sandwiches (my fav. at the time) and that after we ate, I had to try the hazelnut coffee. I was so excited. I had never been allowed to have coffee before. I felt like I was twenty-five years old, instead of 13. After the meal, as promised, grams ordered two cups of hazelnut coffee. They brought it out in wide rimmed cups atop little saucers. The coffee was topped off with real whip cream and they then sprinkled cinnamon on top of that. It was the best thing I had ever tasted. It was sweet with a definite, but not overpowering, taste of hazelnut. I drank ever single drop.
I have returned there only 4 times since that day. I took my mom to lunch for the first time there when I was 16 (I actually drove and paid), I took a very close friend who was visiting from out of town, and I visited two more times with my grams.
I had always planned on taking Liberty there when she was 13 , hoping to share a special moment with her as she passed into her teen years. Sadly, when I went through the town last summer for the first time in almost a year, I found that the strip mall had been torn down. Stores, restaurants and all, and had been replaced with a more modern strip mall. My restaurant was gone. I actually teared up at the loss of such a special memory.
I’m sure many people have never given that restaurant a second thought. But me? Well, Who could ever forget their first Cuppa?
Jessica Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 12:38 pm
I have a very special early memeory. My parents owned a breakfast restaurant, the kind that stayed open all night long for the “bar rush.” They would take me to work when I was around 10 or 11 from 12am-4am or so when their shifts would overlapp. I would “help” and after my Mom’s shift was over we would a lot of times stop at Dunkin’ Donuts for coffee. I’m pretty sure I didn’t get coffe but, I KNOW I got a chocolate cake cruller (how the hell do you spell that??). I loved it. We would sit at the counter and everyone would talk to me and I felt so grown up being there all crazy late. Did I have a normal childhood, um not so much but, those nights fostered my love for coffee, specifically DD coffee!
Mommela Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 2:18 pm
I didn’t drink coffee. I was above coffee. I’d made it through college, graduate school, a disastrous marriage and glorious divorce, and developed a great corporate career that included the most wonderful shoes and suits (with garters and stockings underneath just for myself). I didn’t need coffee.
Mr. Handsome shows up. He’d spent a year living in Italy working for a Formula One race team, traveling the world, and learned to love the brown bean. He enjoyed one cup of espresso each morning. Two years we spent dating. Nary a drop crossed my lips.
We married and enjoyed a romantic Italian honeymoon. Nothing for me, please, I don’t need coffee, thankyouverymuch.
Five years later, we’re lucky enough to go back to Italy. Time and a good marriage softened my prickly edges. Sitting on the Mediterranean, in a postcard-perfect town in the Cinque Terre, on a postcard-perfect day, Mr. Handsome bought himself an espresso. “This is the most wonderful cup of espresso I’ve ever had in my life,” he says. “Whattheheck,” I say. He goes back into the teeny-tiny little Cafe Giuliana and orders a cappuccino for me (better to start out with something fluffy than go right for the hard stuff).
The heavens opened. I was hooked. It was like perfection in a cup.
And now, every weekend morning, Mr. Handsome fires up the macchina and pulls me a cap with whole milk foam and a sprinkle of cinnamon.
KC Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 2:55 pm
Sorry Mocha Momma… I got none… but Dragon_Mum takes my vote!! Now that’s one dedicated woman to her brew! Bare bum et all..
FAR too FUNNY!!!
Aynde Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 2:58 pm
I was working nights and usually made the pot of coffee that would sustain the shift change from Nights to Days.
At 5 am I was measuring the coffee into the pot and chatting with the early shift folks (3 or 4 of them who hovered around the coffee pot like junkies looking for a fix). I was getting ready to add water when I hit the glass pot against the side of the sink and it shattered. It was the only coffee pot we had and no one had the chance for a cup yet.
I looked up at everyone in the room and I can honestly say I now know how it feels to face down an angry mob. There was absolute silence and yet I could hear the screaming.
This happened years ago but if I called anyone of the people there that morning today they’s still not speak to me. *laughs*
Daisy Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 3:12 pm
Dragon-Mum’s story is so funny it has to be true! Chris’ story put a tear in my eye. And Jessica? I got hooked on coffee for the first time when working in a donut store where I learned to grind the beans fresh for each pot. (It was twenty years ago, expresso hadn’t hit the states yet.) Aynde, I think that was the reaction of the Randys when they didn’t want me to find them with the broken pot! Oh, the memories! Mocha, this contest is much too much fun.
Graham Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 6:08 pm
Well, my story’s not as good as these but it is timely! Fern & I just got picked as Peet’s Coffee’s Customers of the Week this week! I’m just burning with pride so I blogged it myself… the whole story’s at http://fernelena.blogspot.com/2007/02/peet-grants-me-little-more-than-15.html if you’re interested.
dragon-mum Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 6:43 pm
All the stories are great so far. I’d like to vote for Chris. I envy you that wonderful memory. Such a shame that it was demolished.
End note to my entry. Hubby was mightily peeved at me when he found out. 1) because I walked that far 3 days after the c-section. 2) because he missed out on a chance to call all friends and family to witness me making an “arse” of myself… pun intended
3 years later I am unable to think about it without blushing and killing myself laughing!
Kelly, when do you write Your Best Coffee Story?
Mocha Said,
February 28, 2007 @ 7:05 pm
Y’all are sure making this hard! Did you realize, those of you who commented on Dragon Mum’s, that she lives in Australia? That I’d have to send one teeny tiny postcard to Oz?
These are great! I hope to hear a few more before I close comments tonight.
Oh, and my Best Coffee Story? You get it everyday, honey. Everyday.
(No. Seriously. It should be for tomorrow’s main post.)