Every day is coffee day

No one seems to know why Sept. 29 is listed as National Coffee Day. Which to me underscores my first thought when I heard about it: why?
Why a National Coffee Day?
The only answer, I suppose, is why not? And, actually, that’s okay with me.
But in my world, every day could be called coffee day. I hadn’t before thought about it, but aside from water, coffee is the only thing I consume every day of my life. For me, there is no such thing as a non-coffee day.
The first thing I do every morning is put on the coffee. I do this even if I have plans to go out for breakfast. If I have an early flight, I get up all the earlier to allow for the coffee.
And rarely is this my only cup of the day. Since I teach in college, coffee with students is a regular occurrence. Especially since the fall semester of last year when this charming little coffee shop, Grateful Roast, opened right near campus. I’m there almost every day. If not to chat with students, then to grab a cup for the ride home. That one, by the way, is almost always cold, and of late, almost always nitro-infused. Don’t know who invented this, but it’s the best thing that’s happened to coffee since cream. Nitro coffee goes down like velvet.
For the record, however, I don’t use cream. Did most of my life. Sugar too. But I finally went black a couple of years ago and have not looked back.
I’m an espresso guy, too, even late at night after dinner. And about ten years ago was introduced to Turkish coffee by my friend John Markarian, he the 100 year old fellow who spent 25 years as a college president in Beirut, Lebanon. He cooks it up himself in a little put on the stop top, meticulously bringing it to a boil three times.
The first time John made Turkish coffee for me, he served it with an exquisite piece of chocolate with instructions to take a tiny bite of the chocolate and then a sip of the coffee and let the flavors marry in my mouth.
If they serve coffee in Heaven, I’m convinced this is how they do it.

Ed Ackerman