A Perfect Cappuccino

My husband loved coffee. I like coffee. But I loved coffee when my husband made it.

For my husband, making a perfect cappuccino was an ongoing quest. I always thought each one was perfect. He would brew the coffee, steam and froth the milk, talking to himself about how the process was going. He chose a mug that was just right for the mood of the day and pour in just the right amount of espresso. Then he would spoon the frothy milk on top, taking care to create an artistic presentation. Sometimes he sprinkled on just a touch of cinnamon, nutmeg, or vanilla powder. He would deliver it with a flourish (and a kiss, the sweetest part), and step back to await the reaction at the first taste. It was wonderful, and I always tried to find new and better words to let him know. Of course, the coffee really was delicious, but it was the love and joy, the passion he gave it that truly made it special. I miss it so much, even after years.

Can you smell the coffee now? I think I do.

 

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10 Responses to A Perfect Cappuccino

  1. Your title caught my eye because I wrote about coffee memories, too. There is so much love in your description of the process and so much power in the verb tense in your first line, “My husband loved coffee. I like coffee.”

  2. mshubb1104 says:

    Thank you so much for sharing! I love the specific memories you have and how much you appreciated the simple act of enjoying a coffee.

  3. arjeha says:

    As you point out even though the coffee was good it was the love that went into making it that made it special.

  4. Jaana says:

    What a beautiful memory!

  5. glenda funk says:

    So much goes into a cup of coffee prepared with love from someone we love. I can smell the cappuccino and the cinnamon. Now to sip the last drop of my coffee lovingly prepared by my husband.

  6. Lara says:

    What a great description of the coffee!

  7. Fran Haley says:

    I CAN smell the coffee – I swear! My husband always makes it better than I can. I love cappuccino – and, delivered with a kiss – amazingly sweet.

  8. Yes, I DO smell the coffee. And I feel the love. Possibly grown stronger “even after years.”

  9. Ramona says:

    “He would deliver it with a flourish and a kiss.” There’s nothing better than enjoying something prepared lovingly. I’m glad you can still visit this memory.

  10. Oh yes and I’m drinking a cup right now… my guy used to make me a cup of coffee and he did it the same way every time… it was great only because he made it with love… not great coffee but I miss him and his coffee too…

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