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Topic: My first cup of coffee was? (20 msgs / 437 lines)
1) From: gin

2) From: Andy Thomas
--- gin  wrote:
It was my grandparents who ruined me too, Gin, at
about the same age. I used to watch the morning news
with "Pop" as we drank our morning cup. Mine was
mostly milk with a few spoonfuls of coffee.
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3) From: Barry Luterman
It was my Grandmother too. I was 7 or 8 she also gave me mostly milk and
sugar. First time I started drinking coffee was about 16. Went horseback
riding on a cold day. Went into a luncheonette after wanting a Coke and for
some reason ordered coffee instead.

4) From: Bob Baker
When I was 4 or 5 in Oregon, I would go daily to my neighbors house who  
where elderly
Norwegians from the "old country". "Grandpa" Olaf would slop his coffee  
was cooked on their wood-burning stove onto his saucer and slurp it off to  
cool it.
They would give me a saucer and a few sugar cubes that I would dip into  
the coffee
and suck before they fell apart.  I'd eat a bowl of oatmeal with them and  
on grandpa's lap while he smoked his pipe. After that he'd reach into his  
and pull out his pocket knife and whittle off a couple pieces of hard  
licorice from
a stick that he kept in a small box in his pocket...wonderful memories...

5) From: R.N.Kyle
I have told this story before, but in light of the new thread I will tell it
My great grandfather started me at the age of 3 or 4. Each morning he would
heat up the water, put 2 teaspoons of Maxwell House Instant coffee in a
When the water boiled, he would pour some into bowl of instant coffee, then
he would break up bread and put in the bowl, add some sugar on top of the
coffee soaked bread and eat it for his breakfast. He would give me a couple
of bites and before long it became my morning breakfast also, not each day,
but many. He called it coffee soup. I still eat it every once in awhile and
each time it brings back some fond memories. My great grandfather lived to
be 96 and this was his morning ritual as long as I can remember, he also
chewed beach nut chewing tobacco and in his later years when he did not
venture out of the house much, he would chew but I never saw him spit?? Cast
iron stomach I guess.
Coffee has been with me now for 57 yrs and I still love it.
I guess technically this was not a cup but a taste at least.
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6) From: Peter Schmidt
Unlike most of you, it wasn't 'til I was 19 that I started drinking coffee.
My friend Tom and I, stoned out of our gourds on some sweet Panama Red,
wandered into a Dunkin' Donuts with the munchies.  Discovering that coffee
not only went well with the crullers but also woke us up so we could smoke
some more, coffee became a part of the ritual.  That then was for the
caffeine, now it's for the fun and the flavor.
peter schmidt

7) From: Sharon Allsup
Blame the grandparents here, too ...
My grandmother lived on Sanka instant decaf.  Some of my earliest
memories of her are sitting at the table with my own glass of milk,
watching her carefully scooping out spoonfuls of the crystals as she
tried to manuever a heaping spoonful of the crystals from jar to cup
without spilling any on the table ... and of helping her soak the
orange labels off the jars so they could be washed and re-used.  The
cupboard was full of cleaned and unlabeled Sanka jars holding sugar,
flour, etc ...
When I was about 4 or 5, I caught the chickenpox and ended up having
the best summer of my life, including learning about coffee.  My baby
brother had developed the really serious chickenpox complications,
taking up all of my mother's time and emotions to deal with, so she
shipped me off to spend a month or so with grandma & grandpa.  I was
spoiled rotten by the grandparents and (eventually) sent back home
(mother says she almost shipped me back with a note taped to my
forehead saying "You spoiled her this bad, YOU deal with her").
So a mixture of half-milk, half-Sanka was my first coffee ...
"Coffeemilk" was a tradition when visiting Grandma & Grandpa.  I still
prefer a little bit of milk in my coffee, although I've upgraded from
Sanka since then :)
Ah, memories.

8) From: petzul
I just remember that I was a little kid, maybe 5 or 6, when I had my 
first cup; not much coffee but lots of evaporated milk and plenty of sugar.
Had to be careful or it would stunt my growth.
Still standing 6'4" tall, here in LHC.
Peter Schmidt wrote:

9) From: Casey Jones
Yes, it seems like a common thread that Grandparents were involved in
first coffee experiences.  Me too!
I was about 5 or 6.  Yuban with lots of milk.  And my
great-grandmother was notorious for making coffee so strong your spoon
would stand up.  I never got any of hers.
Of course to balance it out, my other grandfather thought that coffee
was from the devil.
I'm sure my daughter's first cup will be with me.  We already have a
routine of making Daddy's coffee in the morning...and she's only 9
months old!
On Sat, 5 Feb 2005 16:39:03 -0500, Sharon Allsup  wrote:

10) From: Les
My first cup of coffee was when I was 4.  I was with my Grandpa and
Dad in the Nordic Zen Temple (Ice fishing house), and my Dad handed
out 4 cups (twin brother was there too)  and poured black coffee from
the pot on top of the stove in the house.
On Sat, 5 Feb 2005 14:01:10 -0800, Casey Jones  wrote:

11) From: Demian Ebert
No grandparents involved in my first cup, although they both drank
black folgers from the percolator all the time. I was backpacking with
my folks at probably 8 or 9 years of age. They'd heat water in the
morning and make my brother and I a cup of chocolate or tea. The rest
of the water got turned into camp/cowboy coffee (boild grounds and
all). If you wanted more than one cup of something hot, all that was
left was coffee. Luckily there was usually some sugar around
somewhere. Only drank it while camping until I got to college.

12) From: Rick Copple
When we were kids, we would want to drink coffee like my Dad did. Dad 
got us some Postum and made that for us, and we felt all grown up!
My first cup of real coffee, however, was at a family reunion. I think I 
was a pre-teen then, about 12 or 13. He let me and my younger brothers 
get some of the coffee that was made. Of course, we put in about 4 
teaspoons of sugar into a regular size cup with some milk and thought it 
was just great! What kid doesn't like super sweet stuff! Better yet, 
though, we were drinking real coffee! I don't recall what kind it was, 
or if I even knew. I'm sure it was percolated as until I was in college 
it seemed that was the only kind I knew.
Didn't really get into drinking a lot of coffee, however, until I was in 
college at some point. My first office job had a pot going all the time 
and so I tended to drink it all day. It wasn't until I realized that the 
sugar and cream I was adding to it was making me have gum line cavities 
sitting on my teeth all day long, so I learned to drink it black and 
discovered how weak my favorite coffee was at the time.
Probably the worst coffee I ever had was from my step-father-in-law. He 
usually has a glass peculator on the stove and it goes until the coffee 
is good and black, really strong and way, way over extracted. What 
doesn't get drunk right then sits there in the pot until he is ready to 
get some more, at which point the fire comes back on and it perks some 
more until it is all hot again, doing even more extractions on it. No, 
he doesn't take the old grounds out to re-heat it up. It makes for a 
very, shall I say, interesting cup of coffee!
I'm sure he would think my coffee is just awful too. Way too weak and 
for him just wouldn't taste like "coffee". All these additional flavors 
would just get in the way.
Rick Copple
Marble Falls, TX

13) From: Leslie H. Smith
I'm not sure if I tried coffee as a youngster.  I know my Mom taught me how 
to use the stovetop percolator when I was only about 8, because she was 
grumpy before she'd had her coffee, and if I got up first and made it, 
she'd be extra nice to us kids...
I didn't start drinking coffee regularly until I was about 19 and working a 
summer job as an au par/housekeeper.  Taster's Choice was my regular coffee 
for several years.  My Dad liked it, so why shouldn't I?  I discovered 
"specialty/flavored" coffee and Melitta pourover cones in my twenties, 
although I didn't get my own grinder until my thirties.  I gave up 
caffeinated coffees for the most part around 30.  Too much caffeine gives 
me irregular heartbeats.  Fortunately, I finally came to home roasting 
about three years ago, and with it, really good decaf from SM.
   - Leslie
(PS - my grandma drank Sanka only, and she didn't pass the taste for that 
along to me...  She also had it with milk, but no sugar, since she was 
diabetic, and I guess she never learned to like sugar substitutes.)

14) From: Jerry Procopio
I remember that I was 4 and my baby sister was brand new (she is 54 
now).  I was a whiney little shit and mom spoiled the daylights out of 
me.  I remember refusing to drink my milk because I wanted "coffee" and 
mom pouring some into my milk (and probably added a little sugar too) 
and convinced me that I was drinking coffee.  As the years went by, the 
ratio of milk to coffee has changed, but it has only been since I 
started homeroasting a little over a year ago that I have even 
considered drinking coffee black.  I drink espresso black.  I drink iced 
coffee black.  But I still drink brewed coffee primarily with Half&Half 
and sugar.  Before I add the goodies I drink about 1/4 cup black - but 
this has just been a recent effort to wein myself from the cream & 
sugar.  It ALL tastes good with cream & sugar, but I taste flavors and 
experience the lingering goodness (that I still haven't developed skill 
to describe) only when I drink it straight.  I am trying, but 54 years 
of habit is hard to break.  Besides, sugar and caffein increases 
testosterone. *cough*
gin wrote:

15) From: Tom Ulmer
The first time I remember drinking coffee was swigging the dregs of my
father's cup - I was 3 or 4 and commonly did that with whatever he was
drinking. I wasn't brave enough to try again until the age of 10 when at =
visit to Café du Monde the counter lady explained to me that I was a =
man so I jumped in with both feet. That cured me until I was 16 and =
myself in Sambo's in the middle of the night sitting across the table =
from a
girl who had just moved to Houston from Belgium. I've been going at it =

16) From: Jerry Procopio
And the girl from Belgium?
Tom Ulmer wrote:

17) From: Tom Ulmer
A passing fancy.

18) From: Gene Smith
Yeah, okay...but *how* fancy?
Gene Smith
riding the wild learning curve, in Houston

19) From: Tom Ulmer
admin] On Behalf Of Gene Smith
Sent: Sunday, February 06, 2005 12:57 PM
Yeah, okay...but *how* fancy?
Gene Smith
riding the wild learning curve, in Houston
A twinge of regret that it passed...

20) From: Gene Smith
Ahh...perfectly expressed.
Gene Smith
who has passed a few fancies, and regrets, in Houston

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