Growing up just outside of Washington, DC, just a bit further south and closer to the Maryland/Virginia border, my mother, grandfather and uncle drank Folgers every day, sometimes with half and half, sometimes with creamer, always with sugar. Coffee wasn't fancy then, and maybe that's what I loved. I have always loved the experiences that coffee has been a part of more than the nuances of its flavor profile… As a kid, I loved getting up early with my mother, when everyone else was still asleep, and it was just the two of us chatting and drinking coffee while she tested a new biscuit recipe on me. Or the half full cups left on the counter after rushing out the door. Or how it brings people around a table, and holding that warm cup makes them want to talk, or read, or just sit and be quiet. I have always loved that about coffee, tea, pies, cakes… while I know it can be formal, the way we grew up was east coast, with a hint of southern, always informal, usually barefoot. We like our coffee with cream and sugar, our tea sweet, and to eat pies or cakes with the whole family around the table and a jar of forks.
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