Why this name? Well, I often sit down to write with a cup of steaming hot coffee (dark roast Sumatra from Starbucks is my favorite); but then I get lost in the words as they land and rearrange and get edited and re-edited on the page and by the time I take a sip, the coffee is cold. Quite cold. Very cold. I’ve learned not to mind.
It is hard for me to remember a time when I did not like coffee. As a child my grandparents always allowed me to have coffee with them at breakfast. Now it was mostly milk and sugar (lots and lots of sugar) but I can remember feeling oh-so-adult sitting around their breakfast table, the three of us enjoying our morning coffee.
I learned to prefer black coffee when I worked somewhere that only had the powdered creamer. No, thank you. Now it is hard for me to drink coffee with milk or sweetener. I love strong, dark roast black coffee.
I am not much of a coffee connoisseur though I am a big fan of Starbucks (full disclosure: our son works for Starbucks). But through the years I have been just fine with a cup of Folger’s in my cup which was what my mother always drank (she would only make perked coffee when the bridge club was coming over and she was the hostess). A foodie friend in college introduced me to the Chemex, which is like a beautiful oversized glass test tube that you use to make pour-over coffee. We used one for years until the wooden collar (you’ll have to google it to see if you don’t know what I mean) fell apart. I’ve also traveled the coffee press journey, which is quite elegant in its simplicity, but I found coffee grounds seeped into my cup too often (probably the fault of the coffee maker AKA me rather than the coffee press itself). For a period of time I went the Keurig route; it was so convenient to have the single serving pods and so fast; but I couldn’t get over the environmental guilt I had about the wasteful pods and the coffee was never quite hot enough (and that’s from someone who doesn’t mind cold coffee). The Keurig went to a new home when we left Vermont and Mr. Coffee got delivered when we arrived in North Carolina. Today I found myself laughing about Mr. Coffee wondering if he will get the same treatment as Mr. Potato Head? (There is also a Mrs. Tea that brews hot tea but I have never gone that route.) If Mr. Coffee becomes the love child of the Republican party and Fox News, I will have to find another way to brew my coffee.
There are a number of articles about all the benefits of drinking coffee but you can probably find the same number about the disadvantages of drinking coffee. I drink it because I like it. I drink it cold because cold coffee happens and I don’t mind one bit.
A cup of coffee, hot or cold, and I am ready to sit down and write. So there you have the story of why this blog is titled COLD COFFEE WRITER.
This is going to be fun!
I can’t wait to read more of your posts!