ABSTRACT
The sympathies of the gourmet are all for the mighty ones of old, for an Epicurus in Greece, a Lucullus in Rome, to whom the gods had not yet given the greatest of their gifts, coffee. And into Arabia the Happy, they carried it in triumph, and coffee was drunk not for temporal pleasure but for spiritual gain. The berries are roasted and ground: the coffee is to be made! That's the problem to the English woman to whom good coffee is a mystery as unfathomable as original sin or papal infallibility. coffee-pots, globular in shape, which must be turned suddenly, swiftly, surely, at the critical instant; coffee-pots with accommodating whistles blowing shrill warning to the slothful. To add cream or milk to Turkish coffee would not be a crime; nor must more sugar be dropped into its fragrant, luscious depths. Ordinary after-dinner coffee should also be drunk without cream or milk, if pleasure be the drinker's end.
