" A Cuppa Joe Anyone? "

Coffee has been on my mind lately. I like coffee. It's not for the pick- me- up reason as it is for some. It is the flavor that I crave. Anything coffee flavored will make my taste buds sit up and take notice!


Thinking about coffee reminds me of my grandmother LaVerne. Grandma was a huge coffee drinker and coffee lover. She would drink coffee all day long. My husband also remembers his folks drinking coffee all day long.

Those hot summer days did not stop grandma from drinking coffee. I remember her coming to visit me often when my children were growing up. She always expected a pot of coffee to drink and I always accommodated her.




I don't ever remember my grandmother drinking a soda. One time when she was visiting in the summer at my mothers house, she was offered a beer. This was late in the day of coarse! She happily accepted it saying " Oh yes dear thank you, there's nothing like a nice cold beer on a hot summers day!" That was a first for me to see.


Grandma Laverne used to visit weekly and take my children to the park and Mcdonalds. She always ordered coffee to drink. It was always hot and it was always black.






When my husband Jake and I talked about this we both thought back to the days when people drank coffee in place of soda, tea and even water. I want to say that people drank coffee more back then, then they do now. But I can't say that that's true as we are a nation of coffee drinkers now as well.
And while I am sure that many people still drink it black, I think that our coffee drinks of today are more of the fattening variety.






I myself have indulged in this sinfully delicious taste treat from time to time. But not without my share of guilt! I remember my grandmother talking about iced coffee, but I don't remember ever seeing her drink it. It was always hot and always black.


I think that anyone who drinks black coffee is brave, strong and courageous. I am a wimp. I prefer mine with creamer and sugar substitute. My oldest daughter I consider to be brave, strong and courageous as she can drink hers black. She is however a journalist. I believe that drinking strong, black coffee is a prerequisite to being one.


I have had coffee with chicory, which is very strong yet very good. After having it, I started brewing my usual pot much stronger then I used to.


I have had Chai coffee which I absolutely love but only in the winter. The spices in it make me feel all warm and cozy on a cold winters day.


Lately, in this heat, my coffee focus has turned to iced coffee. Not the fancy fattening kind, but just my normal cup on ice. Not as plain as black iced coffee, but plain none the less. I have been fixing this frequently as of late. Something different. Not soda. Not iced tea. Not water. Just Iced coffee.






Cold, smooth, satisfying and delicious, Iced coffee.