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History of Coffee

After being told that some were unaware of the various tabs on this blog, I've decided to copy some of my "Coffee Talk" section to my posts periodically so that you can properly learn more about the entire overriding subject of this blog. The history of the yummy beans is a great place to start....

The History of Coffee

Unfortunately no one really knows for sure who discovered the first coffee bean. There is both a popular legend that has become the title of many coffee beans, Dancing Goats, and then there is other evidence to point to a different origin of the coffee bean. Here are both, and you can decide what to believe....

According to a coffee history legend, an Arabian shepherd named Kaldi found his goats dancing joyously around a dark green leafed shrub with bright red cherries in the southern tip of the Arabian Peninsula. Kaldi soon determined that it was the bright red cherries on the shrub that were causing the peculiar euphoria and after trying the cherries himself, he learned of their powerful effect. The stimulating effect was then exploited by monks at a local monastery to stay awake during extended hours of prayer and distributed to other monasteries around the world. Coffee was born.
Despite the appeal of such a legend, recent botanical evidence suggests a different coffee bean origin. This evidence indicates that the history of the coffee bean began on the plateaus of central Ethiopia and somehow must have been brought to Yemen where it was cultivated since the 6th century. Upon introduction of the first coffee houses in Cairo and Mecca coffee became a passion rather than just a stimulant.
(www.coffeeresearch.org)

Regardless of how it was discovered, I am glad those coffee cherry plants gave way to such creative drinks and hang out spots today! Personally, I like to think it was the Dancing Goats that found it.. :)

~Your Coffee CubBuster

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