Years ago, as a young new teacher, I helped at parents’ night by filling and pouring coffee and tea from two large silver (fancy ones – that’s probably why I got in trouble) tea pots. Unfortunately, it was a boring task, which is always my excuse to think about something else, and I totally lost… Read More

My husband, who is not familiar with the standard lingo of American coffee houses, did not know that when ordering a coffee drink you need to tell them “with room for cream”. That way they don’t fill your cup up too high and you can still fit your cream into your cup. So, I send… Read More

I live in the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina and had just returned from a delightful holiday trip to see my kids in Florida. But not one decent cup of coffee during the whole trip. I was craving my Bunn Pour-o-Matic and a fresh pot of freshly ground Colombian coffee. But, as I was soon… Read More

This past summer I worked at Esquires Coffee House in Surrey, B.C. (Canada). It was a place with a really cool atmosphere so guys would always be bringing their girlfriends by for coffee. One night, a young teenage couple came in and I went to take their order. The girl ordered a mocha and, after… Read More

I have only my mother’s recollections to pass on and she recently passed away at the age of 92. According to her memories, we (my parents, my brother and I) were living in an old home which had been converted into apartments. It was in 1946-47. Miss Sally, an older lady, lived a couple of… Read More