Acid, Man

Once a friend said to me, “I love coffee but I can’t drink it. It plays hell with my stomach.”

I thought, “Snowflake.”

Coffee, of course, is WHY we exist. I know it. You know it. Even people who haven’t tried it suspect. Even those who dispute this fact have thought about it. I have a friend who doesn’t drink it, and sometimes I think she’s apologizing for the cold, Stevia driven, caffeinated beverage in her hand in the morning. She KNOWS.

In her soul she senses the existence of a vast network of morning-happy people whose hearts beat a little faster (literally, figuratively) after the first two sips of coffee. “I’m missing out.” She feels this on an instinctual level, “But I can’t stand the taste! Surely this aversion is temporary. I’ll grow up and WANT coffee, I know it will happen, but WHEN.” Her longing is like that of a 12 year old girl yearning for a bra, excluded from the mysterious world of mammary glands to which her friends belong.

As Dusty and I finish up our morning coffee, I have a little story to share. For years I’ve had to deal with excruciating gut pain. I’ll leave it at that. But truly, years. After visiting my cola drinking friend and her husband, who was raving and ranting about a coffee brand he’d found that DIDN’T upset his stomach, and dealing, once more, with wrenching gut pain, I thought, “Hmmmm,” and I got some low acid coffee.

I brew my coffee in a Moka Express, a stove-top espresso “machine” like most people I know in Italy use. I drink the equivalent of six tiny espresso cups every morning but in one big cup with cream. That’s it for the day, but it’s intense.



The grind isn’t right for my Bialetti (too coarse) so the brew was on the weak side, but you don’t grind beans twice. The roast was tasty. Dusty liked it and I had no wrenching gut pain.

I guess I’m a snowflake…

9 thoughts on “Acid, Man

  1. I always appreciated a cup of coffee, even if I did grow up with the instant stuff in England. I was the only oneat home drinking coffee, the others drank tea. When I reached Switzerland I realised that real genuine coffee was something completely different. Today I do not drink coffee. I cannot drink coffee, It does something to my digestive system and so I now drink only tea. I might drink a cup of black coffee if in a restaurant, but otherwise I do not miss coffee. Its negative results have nothing to do with acidity, something completely different.

  2. I remember when my mother first offered me coffee. Tentatively. I was 10 or maybe 11. I didn’t like it. I drank tea. Until I grew up and then, there was coffee.

    Garry didn’t like coffee. But he loved the smell of it and , one day, he drank a cup. We keep a spare coffee brewer in the house lest, horrors, the coffee machine break down and we are left sans coffee, a fate truly worse than death.

    All things may pass … but NOT coffee. Never coffee.

  3. Our dad would leave some coffee for us in his thermos. Creamed and sweet. Cold. We would fight for it. I love coffee but switched to decaff as required for a recent surgery. Still drinking decaff. Time will tell if I have to give it up altogether due to acid reflux. Meds keep it at bay for now, but I won’t be able to stay on this drug forever. When you love coffee, the idea of giving it up brings sad thoughts.

    • Coffee is a magic elixir. It is really the ONE thing I know about any given day that will be good. It’s insurance that if someone says, “What was the best part of your day?” I have a positive answer. When I was teaching 7 am classes and had a 45 minute drive to school I got up at 4:30 so I could calmly enjoy my coffee. I’ve had to give up so many things I enjoyed or compromise them that coffee is where I’m making my stand, dammit! 🙂 Anyway, the reduced acid coffee is very good and my digestive system is much happier. I recommend it.

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