Conversations over Coffee

Conversations over Coffee

The mid 1980s. Lying in bed. Warm under the blankets. The house is quiet. My baby sister still asleep in the room next door. My Dad is awake and the dim light from the kitchen filters through the rest of the house. I hear the familiar sounds: The cabinet door opening. The coffee cup being placed on the bench. The kettle being switched on. The slowly increasing hiss of steam. The teaspoon clinking against the cup. The fridge door opening, a pause, then closing again. The click as Dad switches off the kitchen light. His slow footsteps. My Mum’s voice in a whisper, coming from her dark bedroom “thank you.”

The simplest of rituals is one of my most treasured childhood memories. Knowing that Dad would always wake up and make Mum a coffee, every morning, holds so much significance.

The symbolism of this hot, aromatic, drink goes far beyond the drink itself. Important conversations in my life happen over a cup of coffee. Everyday conversations in my life happen over a cup of coffee. Coffee is part of my chain, central to my connection with family and friends.

When I was growing up, my parent’s house was a hub of people visiting. Friends, neighbours and family would always be coming over. The first thing Mum would ask when they walked through the door was: “Would you like a coffee?”

This simple ritual, long established in my parent’s house, has moved in with me at my own house. The coffee machine is the star of our kitchen. The first thing we ask when people come to visit? “Would you like a coffee?” Once the coffee is made, the conversation begins. Talking about life, kids and dreams.

Conversations over Coffee

Strangely enough, I never drank coffee growing up. It was always something reserved for the adults. On my very first date, with a guy I had met at university, he insisted that we go out for coffee. Too afraid to say that I didn’t drink coffee, I said “yes.” Sitting there at Cafe Trevi on Lygon Street, my apprehension quickly set in. What if I didn’t like it? My first ever cappuccino arrived. Years of watching my mother and her coffee filled my senses. Slowly, I scooped the froth, teaspoon by teaspoon into my mouth – savouring the hot, milky bubbles. Then the first sip: my mouth was overwhelmed. The second sip stole my heart. I had fallen in love…with coffee.

Conversations over Coffee

That very same man now wakes up before everyone else. He quietly goes downstairs and switches on the coffee machine. He checks his emails while the machine warms up, then proceeds to make two soy lattes every morning. He calls up the stairs when they are ready, “Josefa, your coffee is ready.”

Conversations over Coffee

The conversations over coffee that have filled my life with memories and with lessons are conversations that I want to share with you. On the last Thursday of each month, Conversations over Coffee will open up as a blog link-up, open to all who would like to join. Each month a theme will be set and the only request is that your post be connected to that theme.

The first Conversations over Coffee link will open on
Thursday January 31, 2013 (7am EST).

The theme is Conversations with My First Love.

I am looking forward to sitting down with a cup of coffee (or tea) with all of you, sharing each other’s stories and enjoying our own conversation over coffee.

Do you enjoy coffee? 

  • Sophie Allen

    Great coffee memories Josefa, and a great idea for a linkup!

    I can’t remember when I made the switch, I used to only drink tea but somewhere, somehow it became coffee. Maybe the early mornings as a new mum!

  • LydiaCLee

    Will try, but if I miss this one, I’m in for the next (got a few things on my plate this week…) Love the idea tho!

  • Leanne Shea Langdown

    Beautiful post.

    I wrote a future blog post on a scrap of paper while sitting at Michel’s Patisserie yesterday about coffee. I personally don’t drink it, but so many do and it seems quite a universal and unifying experience.

    (When I do eventually post it I will try and remember to link it back to this one.)

    PS I am at my in-laws house right now and Grandad literally just this second came out to boil the jug to make coffee for Granny who is still in bed. Huh!

    Yep, universal!

    Leanne @ Deep Fried Fruit

    • coffee is a universal language, I think it is incredible how some things just are xx

  • Rhianna

    What a great idea, and what beautiful men. Though I must admit if Mr Awesome is up first on a weekend I am awoken with coffee. If all goes to plan lovely I will see you Thursday.

  • Great idea! I LOVE coffee! So so much. I am a barista…or have been for over 10 years, but haven’t made a lot in recent years. I would love to join you on Thursday. x

  • Loree

    How strange, growing up I never drank coffee either because I, too, thought it was an adult’s drink. I cannot remember when I drank my first coffee. I think I was with my best friend at a place called Busy Bee. I love it too – the darker and more bitter the better.

  • We had the same thing, but with tea. I’m not a coffee drinker, however I will still go out for “coffee” – it’s more than the drink itself, it’s the sitting with friends talking over a hot drink.

  • Sabeen

    What a lovely, heartwarming story 🙂
    For me coffee does mean endless conversations with friends and in particular my little sister. When she pops over to stay, we take turns making each other coffee while chatting, watching movies, discussing the future of the blog (As you do!) or we might head out on a lazy Sunday morning for a coffee followed by a shopping spree.
    Last year, for my birthday I bought myself a low-key coffee machine, best $100 I ever spent.
    Thanks for sharing and love the linky idea 🙂
    Now off to make myself a coffee 😉

  • Jenn {mountains and musings}

    Beautiful 🙂
    I love ‘doing’ coffee with friends and now that I am a mum there is something so peaceful about going out by myself and ordering a cappuccino on my own. We’ve cut down on coffee in our household this year and only have one or two a week at home and then the occasional social one, and I think I cherish them even more.

    I’m keen to join in for conversations over coffee if I can manage to write a post on time!

  • Dannie Wallace

    Lovely story! I am a coffee holic yes i am 10 cups of latte per day since i was 18 now i have tried to drop it down to 6 but always creeps up again *sigh* Have marked it so i don’t forget.

  • Kate Anderson

    wonderful coffee. wonderful post. wonderful idea x

  • Kate

    I love the imagery created with your words. I feel like I was there. Such a brilliant idea!

  • Cathy

    What a beautiful story. I will look out for your Conversations over Coffee 🙂

  • Kirsty @ My Home Truths

    I love this idea Josefa. Unfortunately I have never been able to stomach coffee but I will grab a pot of my favourite English Breakfast tea instead and play along!

  • Ive been thinking so hard about this post! I’ll be joining in, once I work out what to say 🙂

  • You have a gorgeous way with words. I love this post… and a great cup of coffee. Emil @ Have a laugh on me

  • Rita

    Oh Josefa, I’m all emotional reading this post now. First because we have the same relation with coffee: sitting around a coffee, talking and sharing. It was very much like that too in my family. Second, because of the subject of your link up, you brought back a lot of memories… It’s a great idea that you had!

  • Lyndal G

    what a beautifully written post – just lovely!!

    #teamIBOT x

  • mumabulous

    I had my first coffee experience with a crush from my university days. It was at the iconic Bad Manors cafe in Glebe. The place is still there and is still as retro hip as ever. The crush is long gone but my relationship with coffee is as passionate as ever.

  • Fi @ My Mummy Daze

    Such a beautiful story! I’m more of a tea girl, but as a teen my girlfriends and I loved our caramel lattes! Fi xx

  • Twitchy Corner

    Oh my word! Lovely post Josefa- I can join your family tradition club because I’ve marvelled many a time at how my husband makes the stove-top coffee for us every morning; I don’t have to get up until it’s ready! There are untold benefits to marriages with traditions such as these. I keep telling my husband he’s securing his own future with this one 😉 LOVE it. xx

  • bodyandfeetretreat

    What a lovely post. I too never drank coffee when I was growing up – and now that I am nearly 50, I still don’t drink coffee. A never tires of asking me if I would like one though, and 28 years later, I still look at him, think for a minute and then say “Not tonight thanks Love, maybe tomorrow” !! We crack up most times at this !

  • A lovely post Josefa. It’s got me feeling a little teary and nostalgic but warm and fuzzy all at the same time. Wonderful idea 🙂

  • Ahh coffee, it’s such a part of my story, I never realised how much until I lived overseas and the sharing over coffee tradition wasn’t there, I missed it. My hubby gets up, showered, ready for work and then brings a kiss to my lips and coffee (soy latte also) to my bedside table before he leaves for work.

  • Love coffee, and have been blessed to still enjoy it while pregnant, so the fact that I couldn’t even entertain the thought of a coffee yesterday let me know I was not well!

    Dave and I love to have a coffee after we’ve done the grocery shopping, and before Mia was born it was our thing on a Sunday morning to go to our local cafe and get a coffee and then wader around the markets. We haven’t gotten to do that since Mia came along but we do still take the time to enjoy one in the evenings after she has gone to bed on the weekends.

  • Kelley @ magnetoboldtoo

    same here. And he is a dead man if he doesn’t get up early enough to make me one!


  • BossyMummy

    Ahhh coffee – one if the things that gets me from A to B. I am seeing a naturopath next week and just know she is going to put it on the naughty list 🙂

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