by Tina Dawson
Tina Dawson grew up in an Indian family where life revolved around food. She creates all the content you see on her blog loveisinmytummy.com, spending every waking minute scouring the world for delicious things. Read More..
Indian Filter Coffee With BUNN
by Tina Dawson
Make authentic Southern Indian Filter Coffee with a modern and sleek device – meet BUNN, my new morning buddy! Every cup a delight and the proper way to awaken your senses first thing in the morning! In my 29 years of existence, I have not yet mastered the art (rather, mustered the strength) of waking up without coffee – while mothers all over the world would shake their heads in disapproval that a child would grow up drinking coffee, in my family (and many others in India), it isn’t that big a crime.
Heads-up! A storm of personal stories coming up. If you are here just for the coffee and don’t care about my stupid stories, jump over to the next section! I won’t judge you. ?
It was my grandmother who got me addicted to coffee, and my mother had to continue the addiction, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain, so you wouldn’t chastise the two most wonderful women who raised me. My grandmother got me used to the ‘second decoction’ coffee – the second extraction from the morning’s coffee grounds – slightly weaker, yet it can still be called coffee. On Saturday mornings, after my parents went to work, she’d make me and her a cup of ‘second‘ coffee to drink during her story telling time – a ritualistic activity that I would soon come to associate Saturdays with. Until lunch time, she would regale me and my brother with stories from her Burmese childhood – part real, part surreal and totally fascinating! From the White elephant that belonged to the Burmese princess to the giant mysterious serpent that lived in her basement, her stories, despite being recycled over and over again were as interesting as it was when I first heard them.
With my mother, I had a different coffee story – I hated milk and all milk products growing up (from white chocolate, milk sweets , yogurt to ghee – I hated it all!). The only way she could get me to drink my daily cup of milk was by tainting it with a few drops of coffee decoction to mask the dairy smell. You could hardly call what she gave me coffee – at best it was a highly diluted form of a latté – but she sneaked it in when I was most vulnerable: pre-waking up in the mornings, and I hardly knew the difference. She would sit next to me, half-lift me to lie on her shoulders and feed me her fake-coffee (99.99% milk + 2 drops of actual coffee). And that was my morning wake-up scene for as long as I can remember. And I am totally abashed to admit, that whenever I go home to stay with my mom, I still let her wake me up like this, but with proper coffee, now that I am all grown up ?
These are my fondest coffee memories and while I’m sure most of you are still passing judgement and rolling your eyes at a grown woman being fed bed coffee by her mother, this morning ritual is absolutely precious to me! Because it keeps me feeling like her little baby girl, and I’m gonna bask in that revelation for as long as I can afford to.
SOUTH INDIAN FILTER COFFEE
The second hardest part of moving out of my parent’s house was the morning coffee privileges – I had to wake up and make my own coffee. (Wow, I must sound so spoilt to you right now!). Traditionally, Southern Indians (me) drink ‘Filter Coffee’ – a very concentrated drip coffee (called ‘decoction’). Coffee powder and hot water are added to the top chamber (see image above) – the natural pressure from the heat keeps the liquid in the top chamber for a very long time before it percolates out through the micro-pores into the collection chamber below. While it takes a bit longer to brew than a groggy morning-me cares to wait, it provides a very intense dose of caffeine that kick starts you into awakening.