Coffee Percs

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

They had a fire going and coffee on, and the smell of the coffee and of bacon frying fairly set my stomach to asking questions of my face.”

                         –Louis L’Amour  (Chancy)
 
Come on, Pard, let me put a smile on yur face this mornin’.  Ahhh, good coffee, roasted right here in Coldspring by Spring Ridge Roasters.  Yur face certainly shouldn’t be askin’ no questions after a sip or two of that delightful brew.  Makes yuh almost want to giggle, tastes so good.
       Let me pass on something I read from that sage from an earlier day, Washington Irving.  Now, if my coffee didn’t light up yur face maybe this little story might.  Irving was out traveling in the West.  “Indeed our coffee, which as long as it held out, had been served up with every meal, according to the custom of the West, was by no means a beverage to boast of.  It was roasted in a fryingpan, without much care, pounded in a leathern bag, with a round stone, and boiled in our prime and almost only kitchen utensil, the camp kettle, in ‘branch’ or brook water; which, on the prairie, is deeply colored by the soil, of which it always holds abundant particles in a state of solution and suspension.”
       So Pard, don’t yuh be complainin’ none about my coffee for yuh could be in worser shape.  We get to cryin’ and bellyachyin’, and whinin’ for often no reason atall.  Reminds me of those Israelites a-wanderin’ in the wilderness.  They complained, so the good Lord had them wander, and while they was figurin’ out which ways to go, they whined again–the Bible calls it murmurin’.  It seems that murmurin’ causes confusion and complainin’.  The Lord sure don’t care for it much, for it is He who sustains us, who gives to us, who blesses us, who tells us not to be a-worryin’ for He has everything under control.
       Well, I notice that yuh didn’t seem to mind the coffee as yuh guzzled it right down.  Yuh be havin’ yurself a good week, and if’n yuh come by next week with a knot on yur head, don’t be murmurin’ none that yuh done forgot to check yur cinch.
        Vaya con Dios.

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

The morning cup of Café Nair is an integral part of the life of a Creole household. The Creoles hold as a physiological fact that this custom contributes to longevity, and point, day after day, to examples of old men and women of fourscore, and over, who attest to the powerful aid they have received through life from a good, fragrant cup of coffee in the early morning.”
                    –The Picayune Creole Cook Book (1901)

Mornin’ Pard, come on in and let’s have a cup of coffee.  Ahhh, a pleasure of life, to be sure.  Sorry that I seem serious this mornin’.  I know Saturdays are supposed to be light-hearted, a day of fun activity.   Hmmm, where did we come up with that idea?  Six days shall thou labor and the seventh we rest.  Ha, on the seventh most are out workin’ or partyin’ and not doin’ much thinkin’ of the Lord which we are supposed to be doin’ on the Lord’s Day.
       Take another drink; if’n it’s not too hot, take a deep, long one.  Times are serious; we need to be aware of what’s happenin’ around us.  For sure, I know two things:  the Lord is coming, and I believe soon; and with that, the ol’ devil is gettin’ ready to take over.  Now, don’t be gettin’ in a fuss, nor takin’ me wrong.  I don’t for a moment believe that this vaccine is the “mark of the Beast.”  However, that bein’ said, I do believe that the foundation is now bein’ laid for it to come on the land.
       Here, let me take a slurp before continuing.  I want to pass on to yuh somethin’ I read, and it ought to get the attention of all of us.  Prime Minister Johnson of the United Kingdom stated that people will not be able to buy or sell unless they have proof of takin’ the vaccine.  President Macron of France said the same thing and added people will not be able to have access to shopping areas without a vaccine passport.
       Whooeee, if that don’t get yur attention!  What is it that is said in Revelation, people who do not have the “mark” will not be able to buy or sell?   My mercy, if a foundation is not bein’ laid for the future, I don’t know what yuh’d call it.   With all that bein’ said, I’m sure glad yuh stopped by this mornin’ to partake of a cup of coffee with me.  Hope, despite what I’ve shared, it’ll put a smile on yur face and a whoop in yur gizzard.
       Yuh, just be ready.  I think the four riders of Death we see in Revelation are tightening their cinches and gettin’ ready to mount.
        Vaya con Dios.                                   

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

It’s a long time, now, since we hazed bronc together or drank coffee out of the same pot.”

                   –Buckskin Brady
 
Sure good to be back and sit with yuh for a good cup of that hot, black elixir.  I know I made mention of that last week, but it’s good to be among friends–folks that think somewhat sensibly (except when yuh don’t check yur cinch).  We did have a good time visiting around the country, but it’s also good to have yuh ’round the table drinkin’ coffee and speakin’ with yuh.
       Things were settlin’ down, but those liberal bureaucrats refuse to let that happen.  Saw somethin’ last week that if’n yuh don’t get vaccinated against that virus yuh shouldn’t be allowed to work or have access to children.  What are they goin’ to do, come take yur kids away from you?  Don’t snort, don’t yuh think that’s in the back of their minds?  Evil, that’s what’s there.  After all, that want-to-be, has-been Hillary declared years ago that the children belong to the state, not the parents.  Hmmm, sure does sound like communism to me.
       Well, I gave mine to the Lord years ago.  They belong to Him, as do the grandkids so don’t no one be a-tellin’ me they belong to the state.  Them’s fightin’ words.  Now, my gizzard is gettin’ riled–time for a swaller.
       Don’t think I told yuh, but we visited a ranch in Montana that was started in 1862.  They really had it kept up nice, and it was still an operable ranch.  At one place there was a display with a Ranger at a chuckwagon, handin’ out samples of camp coffee, and tellin’ about the role of the coosie.  He did a fine job, just needs more experience.  He was tellin’ me some about Arbuckles so I listened like the polite person I am, then offered some advice.  I hope he took it for there’s more to the story of Arbuckles and also Folgers in the West.  I brought up a few things he didn’t know about the role of the cook and chuckwagon.
       That’s enough blatherin’ for a Saturday.  Coffeepot’s empty, time’s movin’ on, and yuh’ve got yur chores to get done.  Yuh be staryin’ alert–the wicked one, that devil is after us one way or another.  Beware of distractions–they’re for a purpose–and be conscious of deceptions.  That cinch needs to be checked so yuh don’t end up lyin’ in the dirt.
      Vaya con Dios.

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

Take a seat, I was just about to pour a cup of coffee. You like one?”

                    –Cliff Hudgins  (Viejo and the Lost Ranger)
 
Hey, Pard!  We made it back and did we have a swell time.  My mercy, the Lord sure blessed us with some grand country.  We made a nice trip goin’ first through New Mexico on into Arizona.  We had to change plans there as we wanted to see some sights but the Navajo Reservation was shut down.  After adjustin’ our schedule we went to Utah, spent some time on Antelope Island at Salt Lake, traveled through Idaho to our cabin in the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana.  I do mean to tell yuh, that I wish I was twenty years younger for the fishing looked great in that area, plus there were some great hiking trails.
       Coffee!  Pard, it was hard to get a decent cup of coffee.  That stuff they have in motels; well, a person can make only a fourth cup of coffee from one of them packets they put in the room.  On the trail; well, gas station coffee ain’t much better.  We did find decent coffee in a couple of cafes, but that was it.  Good thing I brought my own along, so I could make some in the cabin.  Let me tell yuh, good coffee is hard to come by.  Most of it is weak and watered down, kinda like the preachin’ out there and the wishy-washy folk.  I found out that Montanas have the same feelin’ towards “snowflakes” and “twinkies” that most of us Texans have.  They kinda make the gizzard start to gurgle.
       Another wonderful thing–I didn’t hear any news.  I was too busy concentratin’ on God’s great cathedral that I wasn’t about to be bothered by the news, or should I say the lies and arrogant attitudes of the bureaucrats.  Did I tell yuh that the Bitterroot River was fifty feet from our cabin, and that the trees around were majestic ponderosa pines?  Yep, to have been a bit younger.  But that’s not to bellyache, Pard, for we had a grand time.
       I didn hear a bit of stupidity when I came home.  It seems that the person tryin’ to be President said that he will send officials door-to-door to check on those who haven’t had the vaccine.  My mercy, isn’t that invasion of health privacy?  Seems to me a person’s health is their own affair not that of the government.  Next thing they’ll be comin’ and askin’ what kind of coffee I drink and if’n it ain’t the preferred type I might get it confiscated.  
      Ahhh, now that’s real coffee.  Yuh’d think that the coffee would be strong along the road.  Yuh would think those that serve it would want yuh to perk up and stay alert.  Good thing I’m back.  Have to have a decent cup on the stove, and from the news I heard it would be best to make sure yur gun is oiled and ready.
     How ’bout you, Pard.  Yuh haven’t fallen off yur hoss since I’ve been gone.  I mean there’s been no one around to remind yuh to check yur cinch.
           Vaya con Dios.