Like this one sitting in my den???Originally Posted by 676E703534040 link=1311030917/0#0 date=1311030917
I remember when I was about 4 going to the supermarket with my father to buy coffee. In those days (South Africa) the supermarkets sold whole bean coffee and provided an industrial grinder where you could select the grind, dump the beans in the top and replace the bag from the beans under the dispenser, hey presto, ground coffee.
The thing I remember most of all was the intoxicating aroma once the beans has been ground.
My father then used this coffee in a French press.
Not much older, I remember visiting my Grandmother in Austria, she would heat the water on the stove, then use a hand held pour over (using paper filters) straight into the cup. I dont know where the coffee came from but Im pretty sure that didnt grind it herself.
Like this one sitting in my den???Originally Posted by 676E703534040 link=1311030917/0#0 date=1311030917
Earliest memory of coffee? Bushells Chicory Essence. We used to have it in the big round bottle. I have no idea when I started drinking coffee regularly though, as I was primarily a beer drinker.
About the same age as you Kaffee.... ;)
Hanging around in my Grandparents kitchen while Oma poured freshly roasted beans into a wall mounted Spong and started turning. What a wonderful aroma... [smiley=happy.gif] Has stayed with me all these years ::)
Mums old Atomic and supermarket grinders. :)
Hhhhmmm.....Probably about that same age 4 or so waking up to the sound and smell of a fresh pot of coffee percolating away and permeating the farmhouse as everybody arose to start the work day with morning chores (Mostly feeding all the various animals.) and the first milking of the day.
Java "Such a wonderful smell to wake up to!" phile
International roast.....until I was about 15. I was then "allowed" to drink it....but it really wasnt worth the effort.
Unfortunately my memories arent favourable :(
(great thread topic by the way)
Whats my earliest memory of coffee?
Instant (mostly that 43 bean stuff) was always in the house but my earliest memory of real coffee would have been as a 4 or 5 year old (early 1970s), supermarket isle ground coffee with an amazing aroma. Taken home and made in a glass percolator on the gas stove.
twas fascinating as a kid to watch the coffee rise, splash on the glass knob at the top and then drip back through the basket.
The "fresh ground" supermarket coffee and percolator was only ever bought out for dinner parties and very special occasions.
My earliest memories are of stovetop in my grandmothers kitchen and I cant remember not knowing about it.
I had my first when I was five and have missed very few days since.
The bean of choice was "mokalux", roasted by Lino in the very early days of Mocopan, which moved from smallgoods into coffee under the guidance of my uncle- Joe Dimattina.
These were early days for coffee in Melbourne. I was spoilt even then with freshly roasted and ground beans. It was not much later that I was allowed to see coffee roasting at the Plenty Rd site and I knew then that I would one day do something with coffee. Sadly, Mocopan went the way of Cerebos after Joe passed away.
I miss these special shared experiences and revisit them frequently in my business and in my home.
It is much more than just a cup of coffee that joins us together here :)
What lovely stories.
I grew up in a strict Mormon household, and my earliest memory of coffee was of feeling very guilty smelling the amazing percolating coffee aromas coming from my neighbours house. In my house coffee was considered to be a tool of the devil, and to be avoided, like alcohol, at all costs if you wanted to go to heaven.
I didnt taste coffee until my 20s, and at first it was instant coffee and I didnt think much of it. Then I had my first real coffee experience out of an old Atomic at a new friends house... and then I understood. You are so right - it is so much more than just the coffee; it is the ritual, the aromas, the shared experience.
From the early 70s when I was 4 or 5 I remember my Italian parents would always make their coffee using a stovetop moka and grind their own beans using a blade grinder. I always loved the smell.
And later in the 70s I remember trying to make an espresso on my uncles 2 or 3 group lever machine at his pizza restaurant in Sunshine (vic). It was a struggle for a little 10 year old to pull that lever down! I think it was a Gaggia.
People use to come in and ask for a coffee and we would ask "what sort, long black, short black, cappuccino, etc." and the response would be "i dont know, just give me a bloody coffee!"
My earliest memory of coffee was when my mother opened her cafe in 2009. It was at this time that my real love and passion grew and developed. Using Piazza dOro coffee on a simple Espressimo machine. My God I have come far! I remember frowning at espressos and saying they were "too bitter" Haha! Now I am eager to try a new single origin every week and bringing my skills up to the best they can be.. I am so grateful to have discovered my passion and I hope other people like me can do so too* :D* ** *
My first memory of "coffee" is my father adding salt to his cup of International Roast to improve the flavour. I was possibly six or seven years old at the time. Later I remember the excitement of my mother and father when they were given a coffee percolator as a gift. But my father still added salt to his instant coffee.*
My first memories of an espresso machine was on a school excursion in Bundaberg in the late 1960s. I remember ordering a cappuccino.
My first memory of what coffee could be with a bit of effort was a plunger coffee using beans home roasted in an Imex CR-100 from my Beanbay sample pack in 2006. That was the beginning of a real adventure.
One unforgettable experience on the journey was steaming milk for the first time on my now two year old Rocket Giotto. I was amazed after reading so many posts and my own experiences with other machines just how easy the Giotto was to prepare milk.
Best wishes, Russell
Thats the one. Thanks for sharing the photo Randy G.Originally Posted by 4B78777D60465E37190 link=1311030917/1#1 date=1311031593
Out of interest, is it in working condition?
You are welcome. It certainly is working, and new burrs, if I was so inclined, are still available from Grindmaster!Originally Posted by 222B357071410 link=1311030917/13#13 date=1311118099
The full story in Chapter 89 on my website, including photos of most of the internal parts.
Whenever I grind a batch of Hottop-roasted coffee for someone I use the Grindmaster to grind it for them if they dont have a grinder. It goes through 250 grams of coffee in a hurry, and it makes the house smell GREAT!
I dont remember how old I was (not yet school age), what I do remember is my mother making coffee in a cezve every morning, adding the coffee to boiled milk to pour the brew over bread that had been ripped into bite size pieces for breakfast. Would use an old brass cylindrical grinder that would take ages to get that fine powder grind.
Like madpierre, coffee was Bushells Coffee with Chicory in the bottle back in the early 60s. It was an alternative to the ever-present Bushells Tea which dominated the beverage market in 60s Country Queensland.
I first tried Instant coffee in the late 60s, but thought I was very sophisticated when I discovered the percolator in the late 70s. There were almost certainly proper commercial espresso machines in the Greek and Italian Cafes in Country Queensland from at least the 60s on but I never had a proper Espresso until the mid 80s. I only stopped putting sugar in my coffee when I got my own machine 3yrs ago and realised that good coffee doesnt need it. What a journey!
Mum and Dad used it for a long time before I was born.
Mum gave it to me a few years ago.*
I had my first coffee from it about 53 years ago and still use it from time to time.
me too, I can remember the man with the fez on the label, wasnt too impressed with the taste due to my tender years and stuck to Milo/Ovaltine :) :) :)Originally Posted by 300D01091B620 link=1311030917/16#16 date=1311159580
Yes, Im another one whose family had the bottle of Bushells coffee + chicory. But I never saw it taken out of the cupboard and used.
The more vivid memory of my youth was the coffee percolator and I used to enoy watching and hearing the action of it. UInlike Andys, ours only had a glass lid. Cant remember tasting it though.
I cant remember when I first tasted coffee. For most of my life I had been a tea drinker but not exclusively so and now only drink tea on weekends.
My first memories of coffee are certainly of percd coffee. I think the first perc I remember was aluminum with a glass button in the lid. This would be in the early 1950s and neither mom nor dad could stand instant.
Later we upgraded to an all Pyrex perc.
so what was it like?....and was it served black or with milk?Originally Posted by 5469656D7F060 link=1311030917/16#16 date=1311159580
first memory for me would have been in one of those choc self saucing puddings where you used instant in the sauce
I always told mum that she put in too much coffee and it didnt taste very nice
First real coffee was from a roaster / shop in bendigo called coffee select with a friend from uni, had a latte if I remember right, could choose what origin you wanted out of about 10, from there ive never looked back
I do remember enjoying it, a teaspoon of the essence, milk, and sugar.*Topped up with hot water. As I recall, similar taste to a premixed ice coffee, but my recollections are tainted somewhat by the primarily beer drinker factor. Almost tempted to try it again...ALMOST.* ;DOriginally Posted by 7059444253360 link=1311030917/21#21 date=1311496147
much as I hate to admit it, my first ever coffee was from a tyre shop waiting room. I was a kid, and dad let me have one. First time I drank it I was hooked. Tea on the other hand I tried multiple times over the years but only came to enjoy it when I was about 19 (it started with green tea).
I remember those very clearly on my supermarket visits with my folks.Originally Posted by 29203E7B7A4A0 link=1311030917/0#0 date=1311030917
My earliest memory in Singapore: Kopi-tiam kopi! Tantalising aromas of very dark roasted coffee brewed by the proprietors alongside the aromas thick slabs of toast with kaya! (coconut jam). I didnt actually try a cup till I was about 14. I love those ceramic coffee cups they used!
First coffee was Pokka milk coffee from a can at the age of 10 :P sweet and milky with a hint of coffee
Dad introduced me to great coffee when I was 14. He loves to brew with his siphon coffee maker and I was easily hooked! ^^
Bushells Chicory Essence in milk with lots of sugar. I remember my grandmother making it as a treat instead of tea. I was hooked. Never drank tea very much and have progressed along with the development of coffee over the years from very bad instant to very bad coffee shops to better and better to becoming a Snob. :D
Yes, the Bushells Coffee with Chicory was usually made as a milk-based hot drink although you could of course make it any way you liked. It would not offend me to drink it - I just wouldnt call it coffee.
Mrs.Rocky is addicted to the stuff. We always have half a dozen bottles in the pantry. Needless to say she is not a Coffee-snob.
Going through supermarkets in the early 1990s as a kid and seeing those big coffee grinders that you put beans in the top and received grounds out of the bottom. I miss them now - havent seen one in years. Those memories are bundled with my early memories of Franklins "Big Fresh" stores - our local one was at Gosford with those robotic animals that used to scare me!!