There may be plenty more places, but in bayou homes, for sure!
I had written a draft of this post before I went to visit one of the regulars here at Bayou Woman–Steffi. I surprised her by taking her up on her offer to show me her son’s “metal house” and her “cattle trough raised garden beds”.
And even though I had had my morning tea hours before, Steffi’s coffee pot and kettle sat at the ready when I arrived mid-morning. She doesn’t live on the bayou, but coffee drinking is just pure-dee South Louisiana, no matter where you go.
When I looked around her lovely kitchen and saw her collection of coffee posts, I knew she could teach me a thing or three about coffee pots, coffee choices, and coffeebrewing.
For you see, there was no Mr. Coffee sitting on the counter. There was no fancy schmancy espresso machine, either.
It was just Steffi, her favorite stove-top drip coffee pot, and a kettle of boiling water.
I wish I had gone out and gotten my camera and taken photos to post here; but alas, I was too enthralled with her 38-year habit of coffee-making–a task she could no doubt do her in sleep.
And the coffee was delicious. I didn’t ask her the brand, but I’m sure she’ll tell us in a comment. And now, on with the rest of the original post.
Bayou People drink coffee from the breast. It’s true, and I know how it’s true. My mother-in-law had eight babies. She had most of them at home, and she breast fed them all. And she never stopped drinking her dark French roast coffee during the pregnancy or during lactation.
There is no doubt in my mind, that those babies were addicted to caffeine when they popped out of her womb. And by the time they were about six, they were drinking cafe` au lait with Evangeline Maid white bread and peanut butter for breakfast.
If any of you kicked the caffeine habit while pregnant (with the first) like I did, then you were craving the first cup of black gold in the hospital bed after delivery. I remember that cup, though hospital fare, still tasted sooooooo good after nine months on the wagon.
Problem is, my little Dotter was not exposed to this adult beverage in utero and had therefore, not built up a tolerance for it.
The result? A wide-awake baby–all hours. If she napped, it was for about 30 minutes at a time. It didn’t take long, though, for me to realize it was the caffeine that was keeping her up. Back on the wagon I went.
Needless to say, with each child, I was progessively less and less caffeine free. By the time Termite came along, he went straight from the breast to the Java Joe Mug!
My dear mother-in-law still makes coffee in a pot like this . . .
Tell me what you call this kind of pot, and the person who calls it the same thing I call it gets a sample of this . . .
I cheat and buy the weaker blend—Between Roast–but real Bayou People drink Dark Roast. Steffi has a very cute coffee tin that looked just like a bag of Community Coffee that she keeps in her camper. I coveted her tin. Forgive me, please.
This old silver tin is where I keep my coffee; and my coffee filters for my very modern coffee maker go in the top tin.
It has something engraved on the top about Community Coffee Kitchens . . . maybe it’s a collector’s item?
To use one of these old drip pots, my mother-in-law says you should make your filter from an old flour sack (yea, right). I used all my flour sacks for a house dress, so I couldn’t make one–I had to use a regular coffee filter, which I put down in the basket and added the coffee grounds
Then I covered it with this strainer type thingy and then poured boiling water over the grounds a little at a time.
This is what it looks like with the water steeping through the grounds. It is a SLOW process, so don’t get in a big hurry. I guarantee it is wroth the wait, though!
And in just a little bit, you have this wonderful, dark, aromatic cup of energy ready to be laced with cream and sugar for a caffeine boost that lasts until lunch!
So, my friends, what’s in your coffee pot?