We enjoyed a family houseful last Sunday. Like in most homes dessert followed dinner, and coffee followed dessert. My wife had prepared a selection of delicious Indian curries, followed by our future daughter-in-law's peach crumble creation. (Welcome to the family sweetheart.) When coffee was mentioned all eyes turned to me. Me? Okay, I guess it was my turn to contribute. I boiled the water, blitz milled the beans, tossed both into the press pot and plunged. It's not at all complicated or finicky.
Good coffee isn't that hard to make, is it?
Later as our son and fiancé were heading for the door (it takes a long time to leave our family affairs, much lingering, much future planning, many last second hugs and kisses) I asked the beautiful and elegant creature my son will marry "You love coffee, right?" She closed her pretty eyes and went "Mmmm. Yes." She's a delight, and we're so lucky to have her in our world. This sophisticated young lady has transformed our goofy geeky boy into an urbane young man with manners. (How the hell did that happen?) They're a little fussy about their food and fashion. I asked her "So, have you ever heard of cowboy coffee?" I described the process, and waited for her response. She looked thoughtful (She's also very intelligent. How did my son get so lucky?) before she made a face, looking like she'd just sucked on a lemon. My son diplomatically looked away. Okay, maybe cowboy coffee is too rustic for the jet set. Oh dear. We may have a princess joining our pauper family. This could be fun though. I love her to pieces, but I think I'll serve cowboy coffee at our next family dinner party. If I make it just right, I could start an urban trend. I can see it now, a Cowboy Cafe on every street corner from Toronto to Tokyo, Seattle to San Marino. Shabby Chic twig furniture and enamelware everywhere. But, if she makes another pouty face and wrinkles her cute little nose, well, I'll know my coffee experiment has failed. For now.
Welcome to the family sweetheart. Let's explore the foodie world of coffee as a family; you looking across from your finest china cup and saucer with your dainty pinky raised, me looking across from my simple tin cup with both hands hugging it's warmth. Who knows? Maybe someday we'll be doing this in front of a small smouldering fire, far from the city lights, with only the starry skies to light our world. We'll all have a family tripper's dinner party. And we'll make the coffee together. Good coffee isn't that hard to make, is it?