One thing I remember most about mornings in the housing project in Queens where I lived as a child is the smell of fresh perked coffee.
Many mornings, that odor permeated the air, as if a huge coffee pot made the brew and released the fragrance into the air by way of an oversized chimney.
Even before I drank coffee, I loved that smell.
I vividly recall rainy days when the smell was so pervasive, I felt enlivened just breathing it in.
Eventually, my mom started making me “coffee milk”. I couldn’t tell you the ratio of milk to coffee, but I can tell you it was more milk than coffee. Kind of like milk with a dollop of coffee.
As time went by, the coffee milk became stronger. Almost like a latte, without the foam.
Now, it’s not like I drank coffee constantly as a kid. I only had it now and then, usually when off from school or on special occasions.
The rest of the time I drank Coke!