An Egg in the Coffeepot


“There is more than the communion of bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.” These words, which MFK Fisher wrote decades ago, guide my interest when food, people and place are combined. I do believe in the blending of spirit when nourishment and conversation about important things are shared with family or friends. Bread and wine are not necessarily the catalysts for creating a communal bond. It can happen, too, with a pot of egg coffee.

Three weeks ago, quite unexpectedly, we reconnected with a group of people in the U.S. It was one of those bittersweet reunions—gathering to celebrate the life of a friend who passed away. And, at the same time, seeing others with whom we had shared great moments in the past. The weekend was one of those memory jolts that occurs when you re-encounter special friendships after losing touch with them. It’s easy to catch up because what you loved about them before is still there. Then you want to hold onto those feelings after you part.


courtesy of marilyn larson

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courtesy of marilyn larson

For several years in early marriage, we made repeated visits to a stone farmhouse in Ann Arbor, Michigan. It was the home of the Larson family, parents of long-time friends. Their cozy house was thick walled, with deep windowsills, constructed from native fieldstone. Of all the warm memories of time spent on that beautiful farm, the clearest one, by far, is standing around an enamel coffeepot with a broken egg inside.

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enamelware, port de vanves flea market, paris

Legend has it that the recipe for egg coffee was carried on a boat from Sweden to the New World sometime during the 1800s. In Larson family lore, the story came about this way. A young Swedish girl named Edla moved to southern Minnesota to find work in the late 1880s. She was terribly homesick, often going into the fields to have a little cry in the evenings. Then,  Karl proposed marriage and a new life began on his farm. It was 1890. There was no more homesickness. And there was always a pot of egg coffee on the stove. Two generations later, five-year-old Dale Larson walked across two farm fields to visit his grandparents. To gain his mother’s permission, he had to take the hand of his older sister. She was six-and-a half. Upon entering the kitchen, Edla would say, “Milk is bad for you, coffee is good. Drink this.” So he did. For the next 80 years.

more flea market searching for the right pot

Every time we visited the stone farmhouse, we drank it too. It was a morning ritual, perfected over the generations, fascinating to watch, delicious to drink. But it actually became the symbol for something else—time spent with people we admired and loved. And who loved us back. Important life lessons were quietly absorbed over cups of egg coffee in those years.

During the memorial weekend for our mutual friend, subliminal messages from the Larson kitchen returned so clearly. It’s simply this; spend your time with people who bring out the best parts of you. The better version of you. Then, remember to go back to get refreshed.

I tried making egg coffee each time we returned from Michigan. But it was never quite right. I was probably too impatient or caught up in push button coffee making. Eventually the attempts stopped. The antique enamel pot became merely decorative. It makes sense, now, that what I was trying to do was replicate the feeling of being with special friends rather than simply making a beverage. IMG_2506These days I’m more willing to find the sweet spot in perfecting a ritual as much as enjoying the end result. With a coffee pot from the flea market and step-by-step guidance from my friend, a new breakfast routine has been created. Gazing at the courtyard colors, sipping a hot cup of egg coffee, I’m reminded of fragments of Kahlil Gibran’s “On Friendship”:

“…And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit

… …And let the best be for your friend…

…And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things, the heart finds it morning and is refreshed.”

necessary ingredients


  • 1 enamel coffee pot
  • 1 egg
  • very coarse ground coffee
  • boiling water
  • chopstick or something long to stir with
  1. Determine how many cups of coffee your pot makes.
  2. Break one egg into the bottom of the pot. [With or without the shell.]IMG_2479
  3. Measure in coarse ground coffee for the number of cups. I use one rounded scoop for each cup [and one extra scoop for the pot]. This should be determined by preference.IMG_2485
  4. Stir the mixture with a chopstick to blend egg with the coffee grounds.IMG_2486
  5. Pour boiling water over the egg/coffee mix.IMG_2449
  6. Place enamel pot over heat. When it starts to foam up and boil, turn it off.IMG_2499IMG_2455




7. Cover and let steep 5-10 minutes.IMG_2502

8. Pour into cup and enjoy. [You can use a sieve to strain, but if you pour slowly, it’s not necessary.]IMG_2517



This is about as good as it gets for coffee drinkers who love a strong, yet very smooth, mellow brew. What happens scientifically is this: The egg congeals the grounds into a clump and neutralizes acidity that sometimes makes coffee bitter. It also acts as a filter, because essential oils from the beans are in the finished beverage, rather than on a paper filter. More oils make better tasting coffee. If you throw the whole egg with shell in the pot, you probably get some calcium carbonate benefits. I’ve tried it both ways, finding no difference in taste. Grandma Larson added additional water to the pot all day. She was probably frugal with eggs and coffee. I tried adding a second round of water and it tasted fine, but I wouldn’t go beyond that. Just start over. You can afford the eggs.


perfect petit déjeuner


12 thoughts on “An Egg in the Coffeepot

  1. Wendy, I’m catching up. For one, I spent my childhood near Ann Arbor, MI. What a gorgeous, rock house so near where I was born. And next, well, I just loved this story. Never heard of egg coffee, but this piece made me so pensive about the good things in life – mainly friendships. And I do so love my strong, black coffee. Thank you for your posts. They are soothing, reflective, and rich with meaning – something so needed in our time.


  2. What a lovely, heartwarming story. The photos were so beautiful. I admire your talent and your willingness to share it with others.


  3. Wow! Wendy! Who knew you would use Dale’s childhood experience to create a beautiful story. I am pleased that I found a photo of the house that you remember before we did any renovation. I loved it then and I love it still. But now it is time for someone else to fall in love with it and fill it with memories. If I remember correctly, you were there for a Thanksgiving holiday in the late 70’s. Oh, happy days! Love, Marilyn


  4. You brought back memories for me. Mom’s mother, my grandma, made coffee with egg. I remember getting to drink it in my early teens. Unfortunately one of her well-meaning children got her a percolator and from then on the art of the egg coffee was lost. I have the perfect pot so I will try it again. Thanks for the reminder.


  5. This is such a loving, warm tribute to wonderful friends and memories. My Grandmother used to put an egg in the coffee pot and i had almost forgotten that until you did this post. Remembering that made me feel warm and cozy. How do you get such great pictures? I can almost smell the rich aroma of the egg coffee. I can’t wait for the next story!!


  6. Your blog always leads me to thoughtful moments………

    “I like my coffee with cream and my literature with optimism.”
    ― Abigail Reynolds, Pemberley by the Sea


  7. Fantastic Wendy! I enjoyed the story and absolutely loved the photos and layout. You do have an eye for design!


  8. A wonderful read. Made me a bit weepy as you closed the circle on the goodness of friendship with the Gibran quotes. Lovely. Don’t make us wait so long for your next entry and commentary on the art of living.


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