I remember the smell of my grandmother's coffee.
She would make it in a little stove top percolator first thing in the morning.
Water, coffee and heat...coffee was coffee. Simple and pure.
When I was seven grandpa gave me a little cup and saucer of my very own and I would get coffee with the grownups when we had company.
My coffee; one part coffee, four parts milk and three tablespoons of sugar.
A cup of coffee has the fragrance and feel of home no matter where you happen to be...
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