Y’all. Today is the day I have my first ever guest post and I’m beyond excited! You see, it all started when I wanted to have some coffee-related posts on my blog (since I’ve had one beverage related post and I figure that needs to change in 2014), but I hate coffee, so that makes writing a post about coffee a little awkward, but as the Beatles have taught me I can do anything with a little help from my friends!
So please welcome Denise Dykstra from Life With Four Boys…Coffee Please on the blog today! She know’s a thing or two about coffee :).
I love coffee. A lot.
My tastes in coffee have evolved over the years and I am sure it will continue to evolve. It’s as if I am on a life long coffee journey. When I was in high school, I began drinking coffee mixed with cocoa. My husband and I spent Sundays our first year of marriage in a coffee shop playing checkers and drinking mochas. When our first of four boys were born, I couldn’t stand coffee. Couldn’t even handle the smell. When our second son was born, my love of coffee returned and has only strengthened over the years.
My husband drinks Folgers coffee every day. In his to go cup is a mix of sugar and Folger’s mocha cappuccino mix. Once the coffee is poured and mixed, he tops it off with half and half or chocolate milk.
My husband used to bring me mug of coffee every morning but he tells me that my coffee is too complicated to make anymore.
He is right.
I have enjoyed my coffee heavy with flavored cream. Then my mom picked up some coffee for me from a little coffee shop. Once I had finished the two-pound bag of fresh roasted beans I could not go back.
Instructions to make my coffee sound like this… “Grind the beans but not too fine. You want some grit in it so that it isn’t so fine it floats in the coffee. Pour about this much in the French press. How much? I don’t know, I just guesstimate. Pour in the water. Not boiling, that ruins it, but close to boiling. Press down the press. Pour into the cup to, oh, about here and then top with half and half. No, sugar would ruin the smokiness of the beans.”
I have become a coffee snob.
So every morning he pours his pot of coffee and I press my coffee. It works well for us.
The one thing we do agree on is that coffee simply must be strong. Very strong.
I know there are coffee roasting shops all over the country. When you find one, visit it. They are thrilled to explain all the coffee’s, the blends, how to find the right flavor for you. I appreciate knowing my coffee addiction supports a little coffee shop called Water Street Coffee in Kalamazoo, Michigan.
There is something comforting about a warm cup of coffee. The way it greets you first thing in the morning. The way your hands wrap around a mug on a cold day. The soothing taste as you lose yourself in a good book. The various shops all around the country where you meet up with friends and share life together.
Give coffee a chance. Experiment with the various roasts (right now I am drinking Sumatra, in the summer I often choose a light “blonde” roast) and mixes until you find one that works well with you. Some of you don’t like coffee (Jamie!) and that’s fine. It means more coffee for me.
Denise Dykstra is a coffee drinking mama who blogs over at Life With Four Boys…Coffee Please any chance she can get when she isn’t helping her truck driving husband on their hobby farm, cooking up something to feed her ravenous four boys or working part time as Librarian Assistant. You can keep up with Denise on Facebook (Life With Four Boys, Coffee Please!) or twitter (@life4boys).