As I am sipping my morning coffee, I am drifted back to Chennai. The best coffee I have ever had is of course brewed by my mother. We had a traditional manual, metal coffee grinder attached to a wooden shelf. Amma used to buy 'A' and 'P' raw coffee berries and store them. Daily evening, she used to roast these berries in dry kadai and cool it for grinding. I cannot express in words the aroma of the roasting bean. It used to be my daily job to dry grind the coffee powder for the next day.
There was no storing of milk in the fridge as we do nowadays. Early morning, the milkman used to come with a couple of cows and buffaloes. He will start milking after showing the container to us. It is assumed that the container does not have any water inside. Within 10 minutes, we can get frothy fresh milk which goes into a vessel for boiling. Meanwhile, the coffee powder goes into a filter and hot boiling water is poured into it. If we need thick decoction, less water has to be put. Within 15 minutes, thick first decoction is obtained.
Coffee is prepared in a vessel by adding milk, little water, sugar and the decoction. The prepared coffee is poured in stainless steel tumblers which is kept on a small bowl called 'Davara'. This 'Davara' serves as a bowl to cool the coffee and drink if someone finds it very hot. Then hot water is again poured into the filter to obtain the second decoction which is slightly a diluted version. Sometimes, when we have many guests, Amma used to take out her big brass coffee filter which used to accommodate around 200 gms of powder at one time.
Not a day goes by, without a guest at home coming around in the morning for Amma's coffee. I remember my Appa's friends who just drop in to say 'Hello' and have a cup of coffee and leave. Those were the times when guests could drop in at any time of the day.
No matter what the temperature is in Chennai, we do not mind a hot cup of coffee in the morning. I have my traditional filter here and get a Kilo of ground coffee powder from 'Coffee Day' and store it and would enjoy filter coffee till the powder gets over. Then, over to Maxwell!!!!!
My coffee in the ceramic mug has become cold, let me go and heat it up in the microwave :(:(
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ReplyDeletePerfect coffee in morning...
ReplyDeletemmm..filter coffee..makes me drool ;)
ReplyDeletecould smell d rich aroma here..tempting cliks..:)
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ReplyDeleteWell written .I am so addicted to filter coffee
ReplyDeleteand can never say no to it.
simple pleasures of life back home made it so special, didnt it? Very nice post :)
ReplyDeleteWe miss that part of lifestyle here, as we have to call before going anywhere and take their consent, it was not like this before. when I was growing up, we always had Tea with pour neighbors and it was like a brunch party catching up on the week and kids playing around. The breakfast was whatever we had in our home. Such cute memories and strong bonds we shared, my kids miss all that. They still find it amusing when we visit home, that the neighbors drop by the minute we reach and have T with us even if at midnight and breakfast menu is fixed at that time itself.
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s hot post sending warmth across! nothing like a cup of filter kaapi!
ReplyDeleteThey look delicious..Thanks for posting it dear..
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Love filter coffee and newspaper. Thankfully my daughters too love filter coffee but it is generally holidays when we brew this stuff. I have my killer(they call) which is with little suagr and they have "pak" i.e. sweet syrup.:D
ReplyDeleteWish to grab and have rite now,nothing will beat this filter kaapi.
ReplyDeletenice post dear..great clicks n can feel the flavour of the coffee here :)
ReplyDeleteMakes me feel nostalgic, even though I am not a great fan of coffee. I love the flavor and we used to go through all these chores at home to help out my Amma.
ReplyDeleteNostaligic post.., well written as always, you can never say no to it definitely
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Post !!! Such beautiful memories. Yeah better warm your coffee in that ceramic cup. With all the sophistication still miss these little simpler things of life.
ReplyDeleteNice memories with a cup of coffee! :)
ReplyDeleteWow very well written,Nostalgic coffee:)U really brought out the aroma of the freshly brewed coffee which ur amma used to make...Reminds of my childhood days and my mom's best filter coffee..
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Wonderful Post! I grandfather had a Coffee Works Business in a place called Vijayanagaram in Andhra...Though, by the time I was born the coffee business was closed, but many a times I have seen my mom grind the coffee beans in the coffee grinding machine. We still have that machine with us:)
ReplyDeleteGood to know !! We too have a manual coffee grinder which my husband uses every time he wants a cup of coffee...
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I can smell the aroma here,nice tumbler of filter coffee.
ReplyDeleteOh .. Just had a filter coffee , and the aroma is lingering , in my mind and on PC.:-)
ReplyDeleteNostalgic. Nowadays, it is not that tasty, due to various combo of coffee seeds/substandard.
Still, filter coffee is the best.
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