As far back as I can remember, Armenian coffee was always a part of my parents' daily routine. Every night, at approximately 7pm, they would sit down to have coffee. Looking back now, I wonder why they would have such a highly caffeinated beverage so late in the evening, but somehow it didn't seem to affect their sleep.
Outside of meals together, this was a time when we sat down as a family, turned off the TV and talked. My sister and I didn't join in on the coffee drinking until we were older but we got to snack on delicious pastries and fruit while sharing stories about our day.
Coffee time has become a bit of a sentimental thing for me as I've gotten older and moved away from home. It's something I look forward to when I visit. My father always asked me to make his nightly cup because he said the way I prepared it was his favorite. I used to roll my eyes and drag my feet to the kitchen, but now I find myself happily volunteering. The way I prepare it has become my favorite, too!
I was taught how to brew traditional Armenian coffee at a pretty young age. All it takes is a long-handled Jezve pot like the one pictured above and an espresso-sized cup of water to every teaspoon of coffee. Stir it up, put it on the stove and bring to a boil. Over the years, I've mastered the art of timing the removal of the coffee from the flame before it boils over. May the coffee gods be with you if you step away from the stove for even a second!