There is no official record of any religious leader, Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha, or even Gandhi ever drinking coffee. Yet, we are tied to our morning jolt, especially on Mondays. Does that make us any less spiritual? I don’t think so.
Coffee wasn’t just for mornings, though. There would be coffee at dinner as well. If there was company, which almost always meant cake for dessert, there would be coffee after dinner, too. There was also a lot of tea, usually iced, and always heavily ladened with sugar, but it was coffee that held the spot as the dominant beverage in our home.
When Poppa moved his study to the church, which sat right next door to our home, he took a coffee pot with him there as well. After all, one never knew when a guest might drop by and it would be inhospitable to not have something to offer. Back then, I’m not sure we knew anyone who didn’t drink coffee.
I had occasional sips of coffee growing up and, like most children, didn’t especially care for it. The taste was harsh and bitter. In my mind, though, drinking coffee was one of those rights of passage; something one had to do in order to achieve status as a grown up. I was about 14 or so when I finally worked up the courage to ask my dad if I could have a cup of his sacred beverage. I was pleased when he agreed.
“Can I put milk and sugar in it?” I asked. I had seen some guest do that before and thought it might offset the bitterness.
“No,” was his reply. “If you’re going to drink coffee, you have to do it like an adult, straight, the way God intended.”
I know now Poppa was joking about “the way God intended” part, but it set forth a habit that continues to this day. Quite honestly, I’m not sure I would have survived college without it and most of those nights there wouldn’t have been any sugar or milk around. Drinking coffee black was a path to academic salvation.
Today’s #PotD is presented with a healthy dose of humor intended. Pulled from the archives, shot almost ten years ago, it now has that 50 Shades of Grey feel to it that gives it a slightly more populist twist than it did in 2005. Whether or not one considers the image sexy or enticing totally depends on what one imagines for the untold portion of the story. Let your mind take you where ever you would like to go, we found it a very fun image to shoot.
I’ll stop just short of calling coffee sacred, though I don’t think I was ever at any church-related meeting that didn’t have some at the ready. While, in some cases, a healthy dose of caffeine is necessary to survive the service, the drink stops just short of being sacramental. Still, were any of the world’s great religious leaders living today, I’m convinced they would all be master roasters and have pour-overs down to an art form. To serve coffee to the masses without having to wait for steeping would truly be an act worthy of worship.
Holy caffeine, Batman. Pour me another cup.