My parents take their coffee black; my grandparents did as well. Perhaps it’s a Norwegian thing–stoic Scandinavians drinking undiluted hot drinks. And coffee was not simply a morning beverage. Afternoon, evening, night time. Any time of day invites the question, “Would you like a coffee?” Or for Pop just “Coffee?” My great-grandmother Johanna kept a pot warm on the wood stove throughout the day. She took that stale stuff black. Before the automatic coffee machines that make espressos, cappuccinos, and lattes, my parents made drip coffee with a Melitta carafe and filter. They drank it swiftly, as the coffee quickly cooled. Whatever was left, mom drank later. Cold and stout. There’s ethnic pride in announcing to the flight attendant: “Coffee, black.”
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