My father was the only coffee drinker in our house until the summer I worked at a sleep-away camp and began drinking heavily sugared cafe au lait. My dad was delighted to finally have someone to share his love of coffee with.  I needed to drop 15 lbs to fit into my mother’s wedding dress 4 years later and took out the sugar.  It tasted wrong that way so I took out the milk, too.

My maternal grandmother drank it black, too.  And so hot that she said she would drink it straight from the spout of the percolator if it wouldn’t burn her lips.

Sometime in my early 20s, my dad discovered Community Kitchens coffee.  I expect it was when he was actually in Louisiana.  He started ordering it by mail and they had a starter pack in the catalogue they sent him.  It was a grinder with 3 different roasts of the same beans. So, you could taste the difference the roast makes. This was the early ’80s, so Starbucks hadn’t taken off yet and the only coffee most people ever had was from their kitchen or whatever drip was available at a restaurant or gas station.

I gave that coffee starter set to a couple of friends for wedding presents.  Then, CK quit selling it.  I guess they figured enough people had had opportunity to try it.

I did their subscription service for a while.   We got 1 pound each of beans from 2 different locations each month.  Pop thought that was fun, too.

One year I got him a pound of Jamaican Blue Mountain beans for Xmas.  He broke out the silver  coffee service and the good china for that.  My mother rolled her eyes but we thought it was fun.

The first time I went into a coffee shop in Charleston, SC I was overwhelmed by the espresso options and asked for just black coffee. She gave me French roast. It was amazing.