Coffee in the
morning

“Would you like a cup of coffee?”
If I’m asked this question before noon, the answer is always YES but come afternoon, and I like to have tea.
There are coffees and coffees like instant and filtered . Then there are lattes and cappuccinos and decaff and not .
http://www.latteartguide.com/2016/01/different-types-of-coffee.
But what I truly enjoy is a creamy hand whipped instant coffee, the way my mother used to make it .
I had my first cup of coffee way back in my teens when Mummy used to have her friends over for a coffee morning. I loved seeing her stir up the instant coffee with a teaspoon of sugar and a spot of water, stirring vigorously till the dark brown turned into a light mocha creamy mixture. Then she would pour over a boiling mix of milk and water to make it into a frothy, half inch thick,foamy, home made cappuccino.
That’s the kind of coffee I like .
But there was a time when our house was open to our Dutch business associates and the house would smell of freshly ground Philips Peaberry as it percolated just the way Erwin liked it – strong till it came up to his gills. He claimed he needed it to wake up but basically it was to clear his head of the Amaretto he had quaffed the night before.
And to make life simpler for me, I too would have a cup of strong black coffee.
Tea at Four

Tea time was an afternoon ritual in my mother’s home. Sharp at 4, (after a short siesta) she would ask the maid to bring out a well laid tea tray. The pot of tea brewed under a tea cosy. Four teacups sitting prissily in matching saucers shared space with a bowl of biscuits, crisp and crunchy to dip into the tea.
Introduction to tea
I still remember my introduction to tea on a school trip to the Tea Board as an 8 year old . After a film showing how tea was grown we were told that to make a good pot of tea you needed to use one teaspoon of tea per person and one for the pot !
Which brings me to the question what is my poison?
Well quite obviously it’s both!
I’m linking up with Sanch and Corinne for #FridayReflections.




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