tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349428160142078931.post8922275683603801157..comments2023-11-24T10:11:57.020-05:00Comments on Musings Over a Barrel: That's Not Even CoffeeDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11006015336607998634noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349428160142078931.post-83393549646413969962017-09-17T08:31:06.941-04:002017-09-17T08:31:06.941-04:00I recall a time my mother made a pot of coffee and...I recall a time my mother made a pot of coffee and I saw her getting ready to throw it out. She said she added to much coffee and made it too strong. I stopped her and poured a vey large mug first. She preferred her coffee to be transparent. One of the few times I drank coffee while visiting my parents. Of course, they rarely drank coffee when visiting our house.<br />Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11006015336607998634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349428160142078931.post-46618115084125701042017-09-16T17:37:21.512-04:002017-09-16T17:37:21.512-04:00Mom and Dad used to drink Sanka. Right up there w...Mom and Dad used to drink Sanka. Right up there with seeing people drinking, what was it, Zima (?) while sitting at the bar of our first microbrewery...ProudHillbillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14305205710265854978noreply@blogger.com