I can't think of any family event where there was not coffee and people making coffee. Sometimes there would be a full holiday dinner, sometimes there would be tea or coffee. But, always there was coffee.
The Early Days with the Drip Coffee Maker
I remember our old drip coffee makers. Back in the days of plastic coffee makers, when my Mom would only drink the coffee beans from the A & P (Atlantic and Pacific) grocery store chain. That was before the days of the coffee grinder at home so we would have to make sure to open the big, black bag and grind the beans in the store before bringing them home. I remember the smell of the freshly ground beans.
The Coffee Grinder Days Begin
Later, she got into having whole beans which she ground at home. It was a small coffee grinder but made a lot of noise. I would hear it in the morning as I got ready for school. When we had family over the grinder would be working harder with more beans to grind. You couldn't put too many beans in at one time because they grew in volume once ground and there was always a mess when you removed the lid after grinding with the machine too full.
I have a lot of memories of my Grandmother and her sisters being at our house. The sound of the coffee grinder, the smell of the beans and myself serving the coffee with cream and milk and sugar into china sets and small spoons to stir the coffee. I'd set it all up on the table where all three generations of women would be working at sewing or baking for the holidays or just for something to work on together.
My Uncle offered to make a run to the store for coffee and a few other supplies one holiday weekend. But, he didn't know about the coffee in the red bag versus the coffee in the black bag. He picked the wrong one. Mom drank it, served it to everyone too but said it just wasn't as nice as her usual coffee in the black bag. I think it was called, Eight O Clock, but I'm not sure now.
The Hot, Foamy Milk with the Milk Press
As I grew up, her coffee style changed. During a long trip to the Dominican Republic with my sister, Mom got used to having her coffee with hot milk. Not just heated up on the stove or in the microwave but heated in a pot on the stove and then made foamy with a milk press. She has a collection of these milk presses now. Of course, she only likes a certain kind and they aren't so easily found. A company located in Quebec seems to be the last place which still makes the milk press she likes.
My First Coffee Maker - The Manual Drip Pot
I adapted my Mother's coffee style, when that was what I knew as I became a coffee drinker. However, once I got my first place on my own I didn't want her style of coffee maker. Those drip pots were awful once the calcium built up. I remember the day we threw out our old faithful drip pot and the next one after that. By the time I was on my own my Mom was using a percolator pot, the type which is typically used for espresso coffee but she uses it for all her coffee. My first coffee maker was a manual drip pot, from Melitta (all in red). I still have that pot though I seldom bring it out to use now.
My Next Coffee Was Made in the French Press
I never have gotten into the hot, foamy milk as my Mother did. Most of the other relatives would enjoy it when visiting Mom but no one else goes through all that trouble at home, as far as I know. My brother is the only one who has taken up coffee making as an art the way my Mother has. I like less fuss, less mess and a simpler coffee making process. So my next coffee maker was a French press. I like not having to buy coffee filters.
In the years since that first French press I've had various pots of that type. Some were all metal, some were more plastic and some came with stands for the hot pot to sit on. Only one was ever red in colour. I've kept a few of them around. You do need at least one big coffee maker when people come to visit. I didn't (so far) buy either a coffee grinder or a milk press/ frother.
Then Came the Marvelous Percolating Pot
I was happy with the French press for years. It travels well - just need the ability to boil water in some way and then (as long as you brought your beans and coffee cream) you were all set.
However, I found a wonderful cordless percolator coffee maker at a thrift store. I would not usually buy one. I don't need more coffee makers. But, it was like new and shiny and I was curious to see how it would be as a coffee maker to take on travels. It is quite good. Of course, I still need to bring the essentials but the percolator travels well. Plus, it is sturdier than the glass pot of the French press.
Coffee and Coffee Making is a Part of my Family and our Travels Together
Everyone has their own favourite coffee makers, their favourite way of making coffee and their specialties of choosing beans, grinding them fresh or not, and then how you choose to serve your coffee (cream, milk, sugar, black, etc.). For my family coffee and coffee making has always had a part in every gathering. It has a part in deciding where we stay and what we do on holidays too. When coffee is important you have to find a place to stay that lets you make your own coffee or is at least located near a place that looks like "the coffee will be good!"