Coffee and Cake

Coffee and Cake

by: Nicole Johnson/Fresh Brewed Life

My Mother's mother, Audrey, introduced me to coffee. She would make me coffee with milk in the mornings before anyone else got up. I must have been four or five, and holding my current favorite stuff companion and still sucking my thumb. I would pad sleepy eyed into the kitchen where the kettle was boiling. The only light in the room was the one on the stove and my grandmother would be sitting on a stool next to the counter, sipping coffee. She would get up and begin to fix my coffee milk sweet and warm beyond compare.

Sharing a cup became our secret ritual. I thought it was my reward for waking up early. She would pull me up a chair, and we would talk a bit...I felt so grown up.

My father's brother and sisters needed nothing more than a coffee pot for celebration. Okay, maybe one of Grandma's caramel cakes helped a bit. They would sit for hours with coffee and one another. I would take it all in, learning what "COFFEE" meant to them: LOVE, SHARING AND CONNECTION!  

Did you have your coffee yet? c(_)