Grandma Cricket's house was where my siblings, cousins, and I looked forward to having a big country style breakfast served with - you guessed it- coffee. I can remember her giving all of us our coffee in a sippy cup that eventually led to being served in a mug as we all grew older. Grandma's was a place of peace: out in the country where there was no outside noise from the city. There were four wheelers, guns, fishing poles, and all the nature to explore. The sound of Grandma saying, "In or out, you're letting the flies in," or "You're letting the cold air out," is still so clear in my head.
Grandma was a great life teacher; learning from her was best done by observing and listening. Observing her in the kitchen, her happy place, where she would serve us breakfast to our liking. Reading her bible for hours on end. Quietly and intently listening through the door of her bedroom while she prayed.
She taught me many things in life: how to make proper pancakes, how Pepsi tastes better with a few peanuts in it, and how to treat people around you. You would never hear her speak ill of anyone. Everything about her was composed of grace and compassion, and this is something that I can see she passed down to my dad.
Sunday was the Lord's day. She would wake me with a smile, some warm coffee and a breakfast cooked with love before church. She was also one to always make sure to talk about the Sunday school lesson on the way back home.
So, this, is my remembrance to the woman who started me on coffee and taught me about life: Snow Cricket’s Colombian Roast, Pray. The flavor notes of this Colombian coffee are vanilla, cream and a caramel or toffee-like flavor, due to the added molasses with a slight nutty undertone. The Colombian coffee is most known for its flavor and unmistakably mild, but rich, aroma served with a hearty breakfast.
A good cup of coffee, especially Snow Cricket, is a divine cordial before morning prayer and something I know my Grandma Cricket would be proud of. "And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed." Mark 1:35.