Jason Mraz

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Rodica
Rodica

May God protect the people of Yemen!
I drink coffee! Twice a day! And you?

Rodica
Rodica

My first memories of coffee. In summer, my grandmother would take me on a boat trip on the Danube, from Galati to Braila to visit her sister in law. She lived in a house with a small garden. She was a huge coffee drinker. I remember her coffee kettles of all sizes, hanging on a wall on her summer kitchen. She used to freshly grind the beans in a manual grinder. They drank Turkish coffee from small china cups. They would pour some for me and my cousin in the saucer, tell us to blow on it too cool it down and let us drink a few sips. We were little, maybe 6 or 7.
See, your post on coffee and Yemen made me talk about these two women that are long gone. But tonight, now, I see them again, so clearly sipping coffee and chatting in the garden, near a rose bush.
:)

Rodica
Rodica

And this aunt had a cute name, Oitza. It means little ewe. I always found it funny. Aunt little ewe. :)

mravo
mravo

I appreciate being able to drink coffee every day through the efforts of people all over the world. Interesting post, thank you.

gloturtle
gloturtle

Brief history of coffee

  • first began being drunk in Yemen at about 1450
  • 1510 worked its way to Mecca and Cairo
  • 1537 Syria, 1554 Istanbul first coffee houses
  • 1570-1590 in general use in Egypt and Syria
  • 1630 in general use in Persia
  • 1650, everyone in Turkey rich or poor drank it every day
  • introduced to London 1650, Amsterdam 1660, Paris 1670
  • by 1680 Londoners drank the most coffee in the world
  • by 1690 Yemen was one of the richest in the world, even though now it is far, far one of the poorest

A lot of the global affairs can be learned and understand by studying what happened and why it happened.

My heart aches for what is happening there now.

Rodica
Rodica

· 1685 Vienna's first coffee house was opened by an Armenian businessman

· Mid 1730s Johann Sebastian Bach composed the Coffee Cantata. Give it a try on Youtube! Coffee…. Coffee ….Coffee …. Coffee … the magic word sung by a soprano in a piece by the great composer. The description on Youtube: A concerned Leipzig father seeks to break his daughter from her addiction to coffee. Finally, by threat of preventing her from marrying, he succeeds in doing so; but after he leaves to find a husband for her, she turns full circle and proclaims that no suitor need bother her unless he is willing to insert a clause into the marriage contract that she can make coffee whenever and however she pleases! 😊

naimanamaste
naimanamaste

Thank you Jason for sharing and giving again and again... I am always eager to learn news things and I do with what you post and your music. I love coffee and I'm looking forward to taste the Mraz Coffee and the Mokha coffee!
It's important to always think about what we have in our daily lives and why it is possible, who made it happen, the coffee we drink or tea, the hard-workers behind and the stories, it makes us better persons, more conscious and more loving/caring. That's the kind of values that we must keep transmitting. Peace.