Food aromas and tastes become ingrained in our memories deeper than almost anything. What do you remember of your parents' coffee/tea tastes and rituals?
For me it was the percolator. That (currently) much-shunned appliance formed a good part of my childhood memories. The sounds and smells from that continually re-boiled coffee was part of nearly every morning and evening from the time I was in junior high until I left home. I remember distinctly when I was allowed to start drinking coffee with my parents and how grown up I felt. To this day when I visit my family my mother whips out the same decades-old percolator and makes us coffee. It doesn't have much resemblance to what I drink for myself these days, but that bitter brew of Martinson canned coffee brings a smile to myself every time.
For me it was the percolator. That (currently) much-shunned appliance formed a good part of my childhood memories. The sounds and smells from that continually re-boiled coffee was part of nearly every morning and evening from the time I was in junior high until I left home. I remember distinctly when I was allowed to start drinking coffee with my parents and how grown up I felt. To this day when I visit my family my mother whips out the same decades-old percolator and makes us coffee. It doesn't have much resemblance to what I drink for myself these days, but that bitter brew of Martinson canned coffee brings a smile to myself every time.