On the Porch
Onisha Ellis
Wednesday I read a blog I follow, Life in Portsong by Mark Myers. He wrote about his military life and drinking coffee from a metal cup. He hated the taste! His story opened a flood of memories.
I come from a long line of coffee drinkers. I had coffee with my breakfast as a child, of course it had a lot of milk in it. 
My parents made the coffee on top of the stove in an aluminum percolator. The rich aroma of coffee gently bubbling is one of those things you don’t forget.
As my aunts and uncles retired, they would come down to visit my parents in Florida during the winter. I treasure the evenings we all sat around the kitchen table sipping coffee, telling jokes and laughing at stories from their growing up days. They loved to laugh. One thing that could pause the fun was a bad cup of coffee. All it took was one sip and someone would say, “who washed the coffee pot?” You see, as Mark mentions in his blog, coffee in a metal container tastes better if you don’t wash it after every use. I believe it is called “seasoning”. You might think it would make the coffee bitter, but it never did. It gave it a deeper flavor.
It seems I like my friends to be seasoned too. Because they carry the residue of their life experience and walk with Christ, they are rich with knowledge, love and compassion. There isn’t anything more pleasant that spending with seasoned friends and family.
How about you? Did you grow up being told to not wash the coffee pot with soap?
Old Things R New 