Coffee is as much a part of me as the breath I take. It identifies me. Coffee was an integral part of my growing up.

Dad always had a cup of coffee. Because of his severe rheumatoid arthritis, he would ask me to make him a cup and bring it to him. As a small boy I remember a New Year’s Eve midnight service where at the fellowship time mom let me have a cup of “coffee” (about eight parts milk and two parts coffee). Continue reading →