“I can still smell the coffee grounds being ground up at the A&P....”
I’d forgotten that. In the coffee aisle, Dad would put a bag under the grinder and the beans were freshly ground. The smell was heavenly.
I liked to collect a few beans that missed the grinder and chew them up.
The fun part was when Mom hollered “Don’t DO that!” and then I’d stick out my tongue with bits of coffee bean all over it!