Coffee Tea or Me

//Coffee Tea or Me

Coffee Tea or Me

Growing up on a tea plantation does make you very loyal to the beverage even though I do not usually drink it and my mother says I make the worst cup of tea ever… I am not a regular coffee drinker either, but somehow drinking coffee seems like sleeping with the enemy… However being married to a man who loves his coffee means I have over the years been exposed to all sorts of blends and now know my percolator from my cafetiere… But even after two and a bit decades true coffee to me is the milky frothy slightly bitter and sweet “South Indian” concoction that comes in a gleaming stainless steel tumbler with a matching bowl. It is entwined with memories of lazy breakfasts in Calcutta with hot fluffy idlis, crisp buttery dosas coupled with animated discussions on anything and everything … And once we have set the world right comes the coffee which you pour from the scalding metal tumbler to bowl and back again to cool it and froth it up… Bliss…

So last week when I was given a packet of the south Indian coffee by a friend as she did not like the taste I was quite pleased with her unwanted present. This morning I opened the packet and was immediately transported back to a typical lazy Sunday in Calcutta – much like today bar the weather…. I fished out Samin’s small stove top percolator and very unlike me made myself a cup. Although there were no accompanying dosas, idlis , steel tumblers or even a conversation, it tasted amazing… Life’s little pleasures I guess….

2018-02-09T20:39:36+00:00 February 9th, 2018|Uncategorized|