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Seders- Traditions and Maxwell House Coffee

Spring break today. I had kind of hoped to take this week off, but I could only manage one day. Mrs S beat me to it when she put in her vacation notice for Hawaii. She’s over there helping her Mom move. Apparently she was sunburned on the golf course on Sunday. I’m assuming she was carrying things from her Mom’s place to the car, and the car was parked across the fairway, something like that she wasn’t really clear.

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Photo curtesy of Faye Kelberg Photography. Reproduced without her permission but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, as it’s a rare decent picture of yours truly.

Either way she was missed. Last night Laura and I, the remaining Sankary’s in Minnesota headed over to our friends for, I don’t know I have to think about this now… maybe 15th annual Seder? Might be more than that, I’m not certain the girl was even here when we first started going over to these folks house for this event. As always the food was outstanding and the company better.

Seders have come a long way since I was kid and we tried to burn through the infamous Maxwell House Haggadah. Maxwell House, yes that Maxwell House, used to print Haggadah’s and give them away with the purchase of a can of coffee. The story of the Maxwell House Haggadah is an interesting one.

First of let me ground my non-Jewish friends who may not be clear on terms:

Seder: Hebrew for “order” it’s the festive meal we do on the first and second nights of Passover. 

Haggadah: The book from where the text that is recited at the Seder comes from. It is a script for the evening and includes a narrative of the Exodus from Egypt. It also includes, in the following prescribed order: (From neveh.org)

  1. Kadesh -the recitation of Kiddush.
  2. Urchatz -washing the hands.
  3. Karpas -eating a vegetable dipped in salt-water.
  4. Yachatz -breaking of the middle matzo.
  5. Maggid -the recitation of the Hagadah.
  6. Rachtzah -washing of the hands a second time.
  7. Motze -the recitation of the blessing hamotzi.
  8. Matzah -the recitation of the blessing al Achilas matzo, eating the matzo.
  9. Morror -eating the bitter herbs.
  10. Korech -eating a sandwich of matzo and bitter herbs.
  11. Shulchan Oruch -eating the festive meal.
  12. Tzafun -eating the afikomen.
  13. Bayrech -the recitation of grace.
  14. Hallel -the recitation of Hallel psalms of praise.
  15. Nirtzah -our prayer that G-d accepts our service.

From a practical standpoint, most years we do steps 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9,10, and 11.  Skipping the hand washing parts and most things after dinner. Once dinner is eaten, momentum dies, no one really wants do any singing or praising, although we do get to the last couple cups of wine (there are 4) and open the door for Elijah the Prophet who tradition says will come to the Seder to announce Messianic age has began. As kid this image of a 2000 year old dead guy coming the door… cool.

He didn’t show up last night by the way, but there is an outstanding SNL skit about this whole affair if you go looking for it.

Anyway, we do lose momentum after dinner when we Jews like to sit down and have a nice cuppa coffee. Which is where Maxwell House comes in. Maxwell House makes coffee and in 1919 if you went to a Seder anywhere in the US, you wouldn’t have had coffee. Coffee then, wasn’t considered Kosher for Passover, K4P as my kids say. During Passover European (Ashkenazic) Jews also do not eat certain legumes, due to a 700 year old misunderstanding about what a dried bean is and what a grain is. (Thankfully we Sephardic Jews understood what beans and rice are and thus continue to eat them during the week, a difference that remains to this day) Long story slightly shorter here, the coffee bean thought to be a legume and was prohibited during the week of Passover. In 1919 BTW, 99% of American Jews were Ashkenazic.

Jewish grocery stores would pull the coffee off their shelves for the holiday and that was it.

Enter Joseph Jacobs, an entrepreneur who had a ad agency specifically targeting Jewish consumers. He convinced the owners of Maxwell House to sign up for a campaign the market coffee to Jews. Step one in the campaign was to find a Rabbi would declare coffee kosher for Passover. Since the coffee bean comes from a fruit is not actually bean, done. They took out an ad in the Yiddish Press in New York announcing that coffee was now K4P and thus could be part of the Seder service. 

Next step was to start printing free Hebrew and English Haggigot for the holidays and give them away at grocery stores selling Passover foods.  And so you have it; the Seder brought to you by Maxwell House Coffees good to the last drop, this year and next year in Jerusalem. (The Seder always ends with the words “Next year in Jerusalem”)

My memories of the Maxwell Haggadah fall into that nostalgia that includes walking to school in the snow, up hill both ways and 2 channels of TV. In other words kids, when I was your age Seders were like 11 hours long and all in Hebrew and we had to sit quietly the entire time and look at the Seder plate. Now a days all this creativity and brevity, kids have it soooo easy.

Facts don’t exactly support my description, I don’t think seders were more than a few hours long [sic] and I know my mother and her friends chatted away at one end of the table while someone droned on about plagues and hills skipping like young sheep at the other. And at some point after dinner someone said “go find the afikoman” the broken half of matzo that had to be the last thing anyone ate at the seder. (so matzo would be the last taste on your tongue reminding you of how awful things were back then) The kid who finds the matzo gets a prize. Actually they’re supposed to negotiate it’s return with the leader of the service, since the seder can’t end with out it you’re supposed to drive a hard bargain. Once more reason my people are known for their negotiation skills, it’s ingrained early.

But last night, with the youngest kid at 15, no one was all that interested in the afikoman. For old times sake I slipped the girl a Jefferson and whispered “Happy Passover”. She was quite thrilled, even asked if I was giving her too much.. nice to see some things are still good in the world, like $20.00 being a lot to a 15 year old.

And the Maxwell House Haggadah, it still exists and apparently, can be downloaded and printed at home.

Tradition.

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OAITW Coffee Challenge

Alas, another Thanksgiving has come and gone. 364 days to my next favorite holiday of the year. Sadness.

I’m declaring victory on the 2011 edition of Thanksgiving. Couple reasons; first of all, I’m starting a new tradition. I’m taking the entire Thanksgiving week of from now on. It was soo soothing and since, thanks to the CPAP and insecurities and pains in the asses I’m never travelling again, I believe that a “staycation” Thanksgiving week is 100% better than one any other week of the year. Feels right to hunker down.

I hafta say, I really enjoyed the week with the college kid home. It’s been really cool to listen to him talk about what’s next for him, which BTW is grad school. I’m also really excited to see that he’s started drinking coffee. Mrs S does not and because of that, I’ve never really trusted her, at least not 100%. There are those that drink G-d’s precious elixer  and there are the “others”. We did have a little conversation about it. I made a pot, he helped himself, his mother was a little shocked, maybe just the very slightest twinge of disappointment in her voice. The “others” don’t like to see their kind reach the enlightened state of “Coffee Achiever”.

“This is great coffee Dad.” Tear in my eye. “Better than we make.” “What do you make?” “Folgers, we bought a 10lb can and have been using it all semester.”

Son son son.. “Coffee needs to be fresh dude.. a 10lb can will never be fresh.

He commented that he doesn’t drink every day, just once in a while.

“OMG.. Son you’re totally missing the point. You simply have to drink 2 or 3 cups every day. That’s the only way you can become dependent on caffeine.”

Quizzical look from all family members.

“If you aren’t totally addicted to it you will never experience the sheer joy which that first hit, or um sip, a really good cup of coffee provides.” Its better than.. and I left that part out because Mrs S was sitting there and no sense providing her any more ideas, ‘cause showing up with steaming hot cup of coffee late at night is a poor substitute for.. on the other hand, we talking Blue Mountain?.. life is  so full of choices…

The kid wants to go to Trader Joes today to get some of that “good coffee”.

Here’s the deal on my relationship with the bean. Which isn’t bean by the way, it’s a fruit pit, but G-d what a great pit it is.

Here’s my coffee credentials- Out of college I went to work for Cost Plus Imports. At the time they were one of the few bulk, varietal coffee sellers around. Folks in San Francisco would line up for there beans. They were way ahead of their time, to bad they didn’t know what they had (See Starbucks). I learned a hell of a lot about coffee from them; tasting, quality, regions etc. It was a great experience. I also learned how to run a company into the ground, more observed than learned, but you get the idea.

Bottom line I love coffee more than probably any other food or beverage. Personally I like bolder flavors, big coffees… I like big red wines and strong smoky single malts too.

Regionally I tend to favor coffees from Africa. Kenyan, Ethiopian.. those coffees have stronger flavors than South American or Central American coffees. Indonesian coffees are some of my favorites as well.

The finest cup of coffee I’ve ever had, 100% Kona. Smooth as silk and full of flavor.

Note that roasting brings out the coffee flavor and has a everything to do with the bitterness or after taste. Roasting brings out the essential oils in the beans which is why dark roasted beans are shiny and a little greasy to the touch. I prefer darker roasts. Italian is the darkest, strong and somewhat bitter. Then espresso, followed by French, Vienna style.. and then your down the lighter brown roasts.

So, with that in mind, I’ve been doing some thinking and, since I like nothing better than serving you, my beloved readers with my opinions.. here’s a piece I’ve working on for a year. Didn’t mean to break it just yet, but the time seems right.

I give you the Old And In The Way coffee challenge.

Some notes- No flavored coffee here. No maple nut goodie, no vanilla caramel supreme.. I can’t stand any of them and I’m not sure I fully trust people who do drink them. Go big boy or go home.

There are to offerings here that are not 100% coffee. New Mexico Brewing companies Pinion Coffee and the Café Du’Monde Chicory. I don’t consider them “flavored” because they don’t have artificial flavor powder added.

I scored these coffees 1 to 5, 5 being the best on the following attributes I like if you don’t, write your own damned blog.

Open The Bag/Can Aroma- What’s the smell that greets when you crack open the coffee. I love that experience of a freshly opened bag. I used to put a table spoon of fresh coffee in my car ashtray to get that “coffee roaster” smell in my car.

Aroma- This is the aroma of the cup. Waking up to the smell of brewed coffee, a religious experience for me.

Color- I can’t stand a cup of coffee that looks like dish water. If you can see through it in a glass mug I’m pouring it down the drain. Gross. The darker and blacker the brew the better.

Coffee Flavor- The most important attribute- how good does it taste. How good it tastes to is more important that how good it tastes to you. Just say’n.

After Taste/Betterness- I don’t really like bitter coffees. Some, specifically mass market coffees seem to have that bitter after burn from high acidity. Part of that comes from the cheaper Robusta beans they use.

Value- Hey, if don’t have to spend $17.00 a pound why do it. I will spend my life looking or the balance of value and taste. See Maxwell House.. the best of the mass coffees.

The final score tells the story.

One note that I have to call out. I was not prepared for just how awful 8:00 Coffee was. This stuff comes from the people at Tata, who clearly are better consultants, integrators and car builders than coffee sellers. This was hands down the worst cup of coffee I’ve ever tasted

 

coffee challenge.

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