Coffee- My Love

AS long as I can remember, I have woken up in the morning, with my first thoughts on the great cofee my mother would be brewing in the kitchen... Though it sounds exaggerated, I really used to get up only because of the heavenly aroma wafting from the kitchen... I used to enjoy drinking the coffee, siiting on the floor in my bedroom, with the lights turned off.( after brushing teeth of course). I used to hate any sounds or disturbance during my tryst with my morning coffee...

Nothing beats a fresly brewed coffee with the decoction,milk and sugar in the precise proportions... We south Indians especially take pride in oru "filter coffee". No instant coffee can claim remote semblance to the fresh coffee out of a filter....

Back in the US, I had forgotten to take our coffee filter with me.so it was only instant coffee.. Every single day of my stay there, I used to remember my mom's coffee, and sniff in the phantom aroma of her coffee in nostalgia.. Thankfully another couple we knew had the filter and the lady used to make excellent coffee.. So if we went to their place even late into the night, we would ask her for her filter coffee.. Not only that, my hubby used to call up his friend who lived alone in another state and irritate him saying " Tell me what i am doing now??? I am drinking hot hot filter coffee... " and that guy would go "Grrrrrrrr".

I like my coffeee with less sugar.. i like my coffeee a little bitter.. As I always say, nothing can beat a good cuppa Kaapi..
And in case anyone wants to have a taste of it, try making it for yourself... you won't repent the effort!!!