tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30845563.post406724941605291347..comments2023-10-02T11:48:01.515-04:00Comments on Journey Woman: Creative Writing: Coffee I Never Tasted but LovedNancyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09565452997974328700noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30845563.post-46153841294911368482007-03-25T23:49:00.000-04:002007-03-25T23:49:00.000-04:00Nice memory Stidmama. Thanks!Nice memory Stidmama. Thanks!Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09565452997974328700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30845563.post-86749695064267056572007-03-25T23:37:00.000-04:002007-03-25T23:37:00.000-04:00I have a vivid memory from a day in my childhood. ...I have a vivid memory from a day in my childhood. I assume it was late spring because of the way the light was coming into the house.<BR/><BR/>Early in the morning, I woke to hear the sound of the coffee grinder in the kitchen -- this being pre-espresso-stand days, it was the old wooden hand-crank grinder with the little drawer at the bottom of the base that held the treasured ground coffee. And then the wonderful, rich, olfactory-stimulating coffee smell as the old percolater started to work on the coffee. Then the smell of bacon...<BR/><BR/>and I was up and in the kitchen.<BR/><BR/>No, I didn't get to drink coffee in those days, but just the smell transported me. Still does, and now I even like the taste. Sometimes.Stidmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11619908488058488526noreply@blogger.com