The coffee

In the little kitchen of my childhood home, there was coffee every morning.

Always.

Mama owned a decorative percolator from the 1950s, which bubbled delightfully. But, unless there was company visiting, she did not bother.

There is a kettle on the stove that whistled when the water boiled. She put a teaspoon of Maxwell House Instant coffee in a cup then poured in hot water. To this day, I still use M…