Storyville Coffee Package Giveaway
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The fine folks at Storyville Coffee Company (read my post here) have graciously partnered with me to give away Two Introductory Coffee Packages (pictured above) to two of my lucky readers.
The package includes 4 weeks of Storyville fresh-roasted coffee shipped direct to your door each week and two Storyville Coffee cups ($39 value). This is the perfect way for you to experience Storyville coffee firsthand.
Storyville Coffee Contest Rules
To enter, simply leave a comment below with your name and your best coffee memory. Maybe it was enjoying a cup of coffee in a lodge overlooking the Smokey Mountains or the first time your dad let you try a sip of his coffee. The winner will be chosen at random and announced on Monday.
Enter to win one of two Storyville Coffee packages!! (The Contest is now closed)
We have our Winners!
Congratulations to Brian McCloskey and Greg Qualls who both one the Storyville Coffee Package!!
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May 22, 2009
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my favorite coffee moment – every morning. Seriously. Each morning is new and fresh as I wake to the aroma of my coffee.
Can’t get enough of the stuff!
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May 22, 2009
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Hello I am Cherith Carpenter.. And my first taste of coffee was when I was probably 10 or so and I went to kentucky to visit family members. Part of my trip I was with my cousin and we went to visit my grandpa who ironicly lived far up in the moutians in a shack (literally). He was making the “old fashion” way of coffee in a pot that let water run through it and asked if us girls wanted some. I had no idea what I was getting into, so I said yes. It was very black and I tried it and it was SO BITTER. So my smart cousin told me to put A LOT OF sweetner in it with milk and it will taste better. Let me just tell you, my coffee was practically white and took on the full flavor of the sweetner. I’m sure I just kept pouring it out thinking “it will only get better”. Yuck, I can still taste it to this day. Now I can enjoy coffee with a little cream and barely one pack of sugar. (thats when I know its good coffee)
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May 22, 2009
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I don’t like coffee, but my wife and many of my freinds *really* like coffee. So, it would be really cool to be able to gift this to someone I know!
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May 22, 2009
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I have many good coffee “experiences” that I have enjoyed with family and friends; but my favorite is when I was growing up and my Dad would make coffee and pancakes on early Saturday mornings. It’s something that will always come back to me as I’m cooking the early morning weekend breakfasts for my own family. (Enjoyed with a cup of black coffee of course.)
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May 22, 2009
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My wife and I are self proclaimed coffee snobs. We never dated, had a 10 month engagement, and after getting married we jetted off to florence with nothing but an address to the guest house we rented. Our first morning there we found a little three table cafe and ordered our first cup of italian espresso. There we were a world away from anything familiar, surrounded by strangers speaking a language foreign to us both, yet looking at each other over the rims of those cups, we knew there was nowhere else to be. it was a perfect moment between me and my bride, shared only by 6 oz. of fine italian espresso.
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May 22, 2009
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You bringing me coffee on those early mornings when I have trouble getting out of bed.
Am I disqualified because I sleep with you every night?
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May 22, 2009
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My mom drank coffee for as long as I can remember. One thing she always did when drinking it was sit on the edge of her chair, lean forward over the table and hold her cup with two hands. She would close her eyes and smile right before she took her first sip.
She died when I was in college (several years ago now), and I still miss her. Sometimes I catch my self doing the very same thing, and it’s comforting to know that I picked up a small part of her.
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May 22, 2009
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Thanks for sharing the story of such a great company! My favorite coffee memory is coffee shop and coffee cart hopping in the streets of Seattle on the best 10 day trip I have had so far with my wife. Something about those cool misty days in Seattle make it the perfect place to enjoy a fresh hot cup.
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May 22, 2009
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Best coffee memory? The day that I started drinking it black!
In college the flavored creamers quickly became too expensive and then one day I found myself without milk!
Seriously, one of the joys that I always look back on!
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May 22, 2009
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When we were visiting Guatemala, some fellow coffee fans we met recommended that during our visit to Antigua Guatemala we get some coffee from La Tostaduria, a tiny shop in the old capitol. We made our way over there after a long day of sightseeing, and found a little shop with big wooden bins of freshly roasted coffee. They were roasting coffee next to a stove there, and in broken Spanish we asked for a few pounds of beans and a mug of cafe con leche. The gentleman at the counter put the beans in a plastic bag, sealed it, and tucked it into a small bag made from Mayan fabric scraps. He then brewed us our coffee on the stove in a pan, and gave us some of the best coffee I have ever had. It perked us up and kept us going for the rest of the day.
Searching for photos to include, I came across this video, which has some footage inside the shop:
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May 22, 2009
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My best coffee memory? Totally honest… my best memory is smelling coffee in the morning when I was a kid spending the night at my grandparent’s house. I LOVE the smell of coffee. Therein lies the problem. I’ve tried SO hard to enjoy the taste of coffee, but I’ve never been able to drink it without the “stuff”, syrups, creams, sugars, etc. I want so badly to enjoy a real cup of coffee without anything else, so I can see exactly what it is coffee lovers get so jazzed up about, but sadly, when I try, all I taste is bitterness. Is there hope? Have I just been given a “cup of hate” as it were? Show me what I’m lookin’ for…
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May 22, 2009
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My best coffee memory comes from this past Mother’s Day. My wife and I miscarried back in February, so we celebrated a somber Mother’s Day. There were no cards for grieving mothers, no joyous pieces of jewelry – but a simple breakfast in bed. I, not being a coffee drinker, decided I could get everything done without her even knowing. So I scrambled the eggs, toasted the bagels… made the coffee. Apparently, I don’t remember her formula for making coffee. She tried to choke it down with a smile for my thoughtfulness, but there was no hiding the taste of terrible coffee.
I’d like to try again… under her supervision of course.
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May 22, 2009
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When I was a kid, my favorite breakfast was cocoa and toast… when mom ran out of cocoa, she would give me coffee, LOADED with milk & sugar… as I got older, I just decreased the add-ins! …coffee always make me think about my mom!
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May 22, 2009
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I once made a bad pot of coffee for a friend and he has never let me live it down. Every time he brings it up I want to pour hot coffee into his eyes. But I don’t, because he’s a good friend. And he would sue me.
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May 22, 2009
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My favorite coffee moment:
Sitting in a B&B in Minturn, CO after a full day of skiing Vail/Beaver Creek talking to a couple from Switzerland while it snowed outside.
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May 22, 2009
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My favorite coffee story is ongoing. There is a little mom and pop place that makes delicious coffee, and our favorite a vanilla chai ice blended. I love taking my boys up there for what they call a “special drink”. We buy the drink, sit at the table and have fun sharing an extra large. Sometimes I’ll bring one home to surprise them. It’s a small thing, but a fun thing that we do.
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May 22, 2009
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@LisaRuggles – I’d think that would put you to the front of the line, wouldn’t it?
@Aaron Jackson – isn’t it funny how people differ on that. I can tolerate the taste, depending on the brand, but can not STAND the smell. As some sort of cruel twist of fate, every place I’ve worked, I’ve always been placed at one of the desk closest to the communal coffee pot. Make it stop!
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May 22, 2009
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That’s easy “Date Night” every Saturday my parents snag our two boys and my wife and I go out on a date. Most nights we go to our favorite local coffee shop where well have our favorite drink and enjoy eachothers company. We don’t have to talk about anything specific in fact most nights we just sit there and laugh!
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May 22, 2009
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When I was in college I studied abroad in Mexico at a large university. I was extremely homesick and missed my familiar surroundings that were thousands of miles away. Through our new student orientation, I met two young women who loved sitting down to talk over a cup of coffee as much as I do. There is something about coffee that always brings me back to home and comfort. Every week we had a standing date to meet at a nearby coffee house, order a cup or two and perhaps some dessert and talk about life. I’m convinced now that those coffee dates are the only reason I didn’t give in and fly home. It is now several years later and all three of us live in different states but when we are together we love to sit down with a cup and update each other on our lives.
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May 22, 2009
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I think one of my favorite memories of coffee is from when my brother and I were taking a business class together at a local community college. He had just started working at a local coffee shop, so we would stop there before class and he’d get a breve (espresso + half-and-half) and I’d get a blended drink because I only liked super sweet coffee at the time. Eventually I ran out of money so I would just share his breve because I needed the caffeine more than I disliked the taste. By the time our class was done for the term, I had a love for unsweetened coffee, and later ended up working at the same place. Fast-forward 6 years or so, give or take a few months, and I am now the owner of that local coffee shop, and over the years my flirtation with coffee has grown into a deep and abiding love for all things coffee-related.
And those mugs? Are adorable.
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May 22, 2009
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My favorite coffee story involves how my precious grandmother always drank her coffee. She usually put a little coffee with her cream (hehehehehehe) and had to have it in a regular coffee cup with a saucer. Then she poured some out into the saucer to cool a bit (while her coffee cup was still sitting in on the saucer); then, when she deemed it cool enough, she took the cup off of the saucer, drank the cooled coffee from the saucer, then proceeded to drink the coffee from the cup! I recently heard of someone else whose grandmother did that, but cannot remember whom!
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May 22, 2009
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Legend has it that when I was a baby I wouldn’t look at my grandma. I would turn my head away anytime she walked in the room. I avoided looking at her like Orthodox Muslim avoids looking at a girl in a bikini. And I only did this with my grandma and nobody else.
Out of a deep love and compassion for me, my parents would even hold my head, forcing me to look at my grandma. So, I would just close my eyes and start to cry.
How long this went on for…only the great mystics know, but everyone in my family knows how it ended. One day my grandma was trying to get me to look at her again, and in a moment of desperation, she gave me a spoonful of that great elixir from the god’s…the true black gold…coffee.
I wasn’t able to walk or even crawl, but from that day on…good o Joe and I were tight friends. Even though I can’t remember my first drink of coffee, I feel it’s connection in my bones (I think my bone’s marrow now produces caffeine from all the years of drinking it).
And that’s my favorite memory of coffee.
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May 22, 2009
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The first time my wife let me take her out we went to a little local coffee house. We were in high school then and she wasn’t a coffee drinker…until that day. We talked for 6 hours and started a relationship that continues 7 years 4 months and 20 days since. Suffice it to say, coffee has had a very special place in our life ever since, and while we’ve had innumerable coffee memories since then, that’s still the best because it’s where all the other memories started.
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May 22, 2009
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Wow, so many coffee moments. Best cup of coffee I have had was from a Clover machine. Still won’t pay it though.
Haven’t Tanzanian coffee in Tanzania was great too!
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May 22, 2009
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My Grandpa, Charlie, was a missionary to Kenya. He was always a great lover of coffee and had all of the grandchildren hooked at an early age. He put it in our baby bottles, much to the chagrin of my aunts and my mother.
When he would come back to the States, every four years, he would bring us coffee from Kenya. He would get up every morning at 5:30 or 6, start the coffee. Then, he would read his Bible (5 Psalms and 1 Proverb, every morning) while it was brewing. I would wake up to the smell of it brewing, and would sneak out to be with him. He never said a word…he would just get up, take a mug out, and make my cup…just the way I like it. Then, he would sit down, tap his knee, I’d sit on his lap and he would read aloud from wherever he left off.
He passed away when I was seventeen but, to this day, I can close my eyes, smell the coffee, and his Old Spice aftershave, and hear his raspy voice reading the Psalms and Proverbs.
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May 22, 2009
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My husband and I had our first date over a cup of coffee at a local coffee shop.
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May 22, 2009
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Favorite coffee memory…when Dan (my husband now) showed up with a coffee for me unexpectedly while I was studying before we left to go on our second date! I knew any man that kept the caffiene coming was a keeper…
Great contest…love the mugs!
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May 22, 2009
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My best coffee memory is one I chase after all the time. Life is so busy, and when I can slow down and enjoy a cup of creamy, rich coffee – it’s wonderful. But here’s the kicker, sometime bewteen when I make the cup of coffee and it sits idly by as I relax, the temperature reaches a perfect point – I don’t know what the temperature is, but the texture and warmth are perfect, and I wish THOSE coffee moments would last for the whole cup.
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May 22, 2009
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For me it’s the smell of Maxwell House. My grandmother, affectionally called Grannee, always made Maxwell House in the mornings and she would always let me sip coffee with her in the mornings. It was one of those “only when Grannee is in town” events, and was forbidden when she wasn’t there.
So to this day when I smell Maxwell House (which I have learned taste terrible…) I think of those early morning with my Grannee drinking sugared-down coffee with my cereal!
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May 22, 2009
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wow…so many stories I could share…but my favorite has to be the first time I met my fiance.
it was a setup, but not a normal setup, as she knew about it and I didn’t. she walked into the coffee shop and I knew from the moment i saw her i was going to marry her.
and then 3 months later, i asked her in the exact same spot that we first met if she would be my bride.
and all this over a couple of cups of coffee
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May 22, 2009
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Best coffee memory:
Every morning I take a cup of coffee to my comfy chair with my Bible and journal. There I begin my day. Once we had some unexpected guests visit. My husband brought me my Bible, my journal and my cup of coffee to our bedroom, so that I could have that special time before facing the world waiting in my own living room. Many more, but…
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May 22, 2009
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Sadly, I don’t have a best coffee memory.
My dad was a coffeeholic.
Therefore, he always told me and my siblings that we were too young to drink coffee. As I got older I realized this was a ploy to get more coffee for himself. I think it made him paranoid because even at restaurants if the waitress asked if we wanted coffee he would tell them to only bring him and my mom a cup, that we were too young…as if the restaurant was going to run out of coffee or something if we had a cup. Now thinking back, I think that’s why he would be angry when we left, because they allowed other people to have complimentary coffee at the end of their meal too, and that’s one less cup he got to have.
We all knew he had a problem when last year sitting around the table with his now adult children my dad responded to the waitress when we all went out to eat that we were all too young to have coffee. We’ve admitted him to a CA (Coffee’s Annonymous) Group. (Okay, this part may have been exagerated…and the part about him getting angry at other customers drinking coffee, but everything else is 100% accurate.)
Because of this…I never acquired the taste for coffee, but I married another coffeeholic in my wife, and if I win, she will get to enjoy the prize, but I’m too young
Nick
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May 22, 2009
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I have only been drinking coffee for a few years now and I am almost 29, but as you experience new ways of drinking it different brands it is amazing how many different styles there are. A good memory I have is when you Brad introduced the French Press to Cherith and I last fall when we spent the weekend with you guys. A much fuller tasting coffee and with the right amount of cream and sugar (from the raw), lol, it was one of the best cups I have had. You da man
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May 22, 2009
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Bradley, I could not resist the coffee blog. You got me. Coffee and a table with a freind are everything to me because relationships are everything to me. I serve Nancy coffee in the morning as a way to say “I love you.” I meet with people for coffee because there is a table and coffee is a statement about hanging, to listen. It is an international language. Having someone at my house and introducing them to a French Press of coffee is a delight. I love to watch that first sip. I have French Pressed in Albania, Kosovo, Chile, Myanmar, Mexico, Dominican Republic and many more. I bring my stash and my own french press to create the ambiance of freindship. But my favorite of all is when I had a medcial team with me in harms way. They were tired, had worked hard all day. We cooked our own meals by candlelight. When I pulled out the French Press and fresh coffee grinds……. dude. Nothing lke that smell. can’t beat the taste of a great cup with freshly ground beans. “Put your hands together and begin to clap, we’re gonna sing the coffee rap. May be right, may be wrong but we’re gonna sing the coffee song…”
Yeah baby.
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May 22, 2009
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I remember the smell of the coffee when my father would get up in the morning and start it brewing first thing. It always smelled so wonderful and what a rite of passage when he finally let me have some.
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May 22, 2009
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How about my Starbucks Coffee stop with you in Ft Wayne? Does that count (and edge me closer to victory)?
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May 22, 2009
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I don’t even remember what they called it…but in college we used to go to this little coffee shop and order this drink they served in a large bowl. It was more like dessert than coffee…but it was good!
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May 22, 2009
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My fondest is of the first time I was allowed a cup that I shared with my Mom, it was magical!
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May 23, 2009
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I would have to say in Germany. I have yet to find anything that beats European coffee. Sitting downtown outside sipping away was amazing. Take the coffee drinking experience to the next level!
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May 23, 2009
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my mom tells stories all the time about how i loved to drink her coffee in the mornings once it got cold. i thought it was such a treat! thursday, when my older sister gave birth to her second daughter, my niece decided it was time to join us in the coffee marathon we were taking part in – but only after it was completely cold, just like i used to do!
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May 23, 2009
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My memory is not that long ago. It was when we went to the Dream Center in L.A. for the youth missions trip. I remember going down early and grabbing (the free cup of coffee wasn’t that great) a cup before all the noise and craziness of the day would start.
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May 23, 2009
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my favorite coffee moment…any time I can enjoy a nice cup from my french press, sit in a nice chair with a dim light, and read a book.
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May 23, 2009
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last year in italy i got to spend a day with an old friend, a friend who named her first child after me. the last time i’d seen her, little alece was one year old. this time, she was four. the three of us went to a little cafe and shared some cappuccinos. that is a coffee date i will never forget.
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May 23, 2009
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Ahhh. My favorite coffee moment came in Hawaii. I was at a small coffee shop just off the beach in Kona. The lady running the store was still living in the 60’s. Long hair, flower dress and a bit lost if you know what I mean.
I began to sample the different types of coffee in her shop.
I learned about different beans, roasting etc.
After about 30 minutes a group of local surfers came into the coffee shop.
They asked for their cups which I had to ask what they were having.
A coffee over ice with a shot of espresso infused with chocolate…all local.
I grabbed one of the same, sat and talked with the local surfers about the island, and enjoyed the best cup of coffee I have ever had.
I would fly back to the same place just to try it again.
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May 24, 2009
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well… I’m not a coffee person… at all! Well one day I was spending some time with my grandma and we both were out doing something and we both got something to drink, and they both were the same cups both had lids etc… Well We had both put them down and when I went back to take a drink all I remember is spitting it out, gagging and trying to quickly find a napkin and wipe my tonge trying to get the taste out of my mouth. It was gross.
-The End
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May 24, 2009
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I love the smell of fresh coffee-and being in a coffeehouse makes me so relaxed- I think it’s the big comfy chairs and the hot mug!
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May 24, 2009
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My coffee memory was when I was little, 4 or 5. My Great Grandmother and I would dip buttered toast in coffee with sugar and cream, it doesn’t taste quite the same now (25 years later). My daughter now loves to do the same thing.
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May 25, 2009
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I think my best coffee memory was when I was able to figure out our new espresso machine, pulled a couple good shots and made some great mochas for me and wifey.
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May 26, 2009
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My favorite coffee memory is from my trip to France. The first day we were in Nice I took my coffee and Bible outside and watched the sunrise over the ocean. It was an incredible morning that I’ll never forget!
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May 26, 2009
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My favorite coffee memory was at a small coffee shop in Riga, Latvia in 2006. It was my first overseas mission trip and the coffee is much stronger, which works well when you’re experiencing jet lag.
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May 26, 2009
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My favorite memory is of my mom, sitting down in a rocking chair with a hot cup of coffee, and flipping over backwards without spilling a drop. Now there’s a dedicated coffee drinker!
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May 26, 2009
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i never drank coffee until i was 25. we had just moved to wilmington. our next door neighbor was a really sweet college kid who was a computer science major. i used to tease him he was going to double major in the psychology of coffee. he was seriously addicted. he had no furniture but had an industrial grade espresso machine located next to his computer and ergonomically correct office chair that pumped out a steady stream of black “liquid brains”. it became his mission to make me a coffee drinker. he would come over with the craziest concoctions. most were indescribably horrific. but in the end… i was a die hard coffee drinker and he became a christian.
10 years later, i successfully got my husband to drink a milky way from port city java. that was a great day.
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May 26, 2009
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ohhh i’m smellin’ coffee …birds r singing just outside!
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March 5, 2010
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What a great post:) Thank you so much. I love working for Storyville! Decent hearted folks, generous and respectful of everyone.
Here is what I do for them:
I am a Concert Producer for Storyville, whose respect for IJM launched the new division of Storyville Live in Orlando. As a Concert Producer, I am kick-starting a series of nationwide, at-home concerts that will serve to spread awareness about the 27 million men, women and children who are currently slaves on our planet. The concerts are designed to be as hassle free for a potential host as we can make it; we literally do all of the legwork. Storyville sends out the invitations, handles the ticketing, provides the food and coffee, puts on the show, sets up and cleans up. We even send out thank you notes to your guests after the event. When it’s all said and done, it will look like Storyville wasn’t even there, except you and your guests would have gained an experience, an education and a way to make a difference to the lives of 27 million people. At no point in the evening do we ever ask your guests for money, a donation or even a commitment to IJM. There will be a retail section for guests interested in purchasing coffee and coffee hardware—from which 100% of the profits goes directly to IJM. As for the musicians who have signed with us, they are acoustic singer/songwriters in the same vein as John Mayer. These talented musicians have written songs for the likes of Faith Hill, Garth Brooks and Eric Clapton. Dave Wilcox has joined ranks with our roster of troubadours impassioned for IJM’s mission.
We have some awesome booklets that paint a better picture of everything I just tried explaining. Want to read one? I promise they are super cute, like all of our marketing. If you think of anyone who would love to host, or if you are wanting to open up your home, please let me know! We are trying to reach as many people as we can.
You can also visit: IJM.org and Storyville.com for more information!
Look forward to hearing from you!