Some love affairs last a lifetime. This is the story of one. When I was almost three years old my love affair with coffee was made public. I had a large 1-pound Folger's Coffee can that I carried everywhere. I loved that can! It was Big and Red and smelled like Coffee.
I could carry stuff in it. Stand on it, sit on it and beat on it to make sweet music. What was not to love!
The truth be told, the romance preceded the acquisition of my beloved can. Every morning I awoke to the sound of Grandma's percolator and the rich aroma of coffee. As far back as I can remember I drank coffee. Well, it was mostly milk and sugar and just a little coffee. When we ran Johnny Lolita's Coffee Shop we called this a Ghetto Latte. That's a whole different story though.
The older I got the more coffee I drank. Coffee was a fixture in my life. My Grandmother always had a fresh pot brewing. Whenever anyone stopped in, they stayed for at least one cup of coffee. As I began my work life I drank coffee all through my shift. Regardless if it was a day, evening or graveyard shift. As a young adult I lived in Kona, HI. Coffee trees grew everywhere. On commercial acreage as well as peoples front yards. The love affair grew stronger.
From Hawaii I moved to Portland, OR. Right about this time all sorts of independent coffee roasters and coffee houses were popping up. I spent a lot of time in those establishments day dreaming about owning my own coffee house. That was in the early 1990's. My love affair with coffee was in full bloom.
Fast forward twenty-plus years. I found myself in Southern New Mexico, the proud owner of a Coffee Roasting company / Coffee House. Since Lolita and I opened Johnny Lolita's in 2012 my love affair with coffee has grown deeper. Lolita is the Love of my life, but Coffee is still my Mistress.