mothers: She's The Cream in My Coffee
- 02/28/20 04:20 PM
I was 10 years old when I became keenly aware of my mother's love for coffee. She labored over a percolator, barely able to stand on her feet while leaning into the counter for balance, as she carefully measured the right amount of water and coffee grounds. When she was done, she eagerly waited, what seemed like an inordinate amount of time, for that little button on top to signal the perfect pot of liquid gold. She layered her cup with cream and two spoons of sugar. I curiously watched as she raised her cup for that first sip. Before I … (12 comments)
I was 10 years old when I became keenly aware of my mother's love for coffee. She labored over a percolator, barely able to stand on her feet while leaning into the counter for balance, as she carefully measured the right amount of water and coffee grounds. When she was done, she eagerly waited, what seemed like an inordinate amount of time, for that little button on top to signal the perfect pot of liquid gold. 
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