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咖啡小趣聞—“驚動教皇”

巴黎，練就了一副好胃口，似乎隨便什麽東西都能吞下去，消化掉。不想，咖啡入喉時，吞吐萬物的法蘭西鳄魚也卡住了脖子。

市民們仨一群、倆一夥兒地咬耳朵，他們討論著羅馬教皇可能做出怎樣的最終裁決。中世紀威嚴、冷峻的宗教陰影仍然徘徊在歐洲的大街小巷裏，人們只能跪著感謝上帝賜飯，除了牛奶、羊奶之外，他們只能喝碗涼開水來解渴。咖啡只能以暧昧的身份活著，土耳其人的做法是，將咖啡豆兒磨碎之後燒煮，再兌上精細的白糖，杯盞裏飄出的是略帶苦味兒的袅袅清香。一滴入口，舌尖兒上猶如東方的絲綢清爽到底滑過去，舒服極了。雖說是個“外來戶”，咖啡卻俨然成了埃及豔後式的“萬人迷”，法國人從來就是這麽厚道，咖啡文化也一樣，只談感覺，不問出身。整個巴黎都咂摸著舌頭，滿口余香，大有相見恨晚的感覺。

巴黎、罗马、威尼斯……不约而同地竖起了耳朵，静候教皇的音讯。而教会里的秃顶神甫们实在是招人腻味，他们掰着上帝的家谱说事儿，个个儿把硕大的脑袋摇得像拨浪鼓。这些“欧洲和尚”绝不是四处化缘的苦行僧，他们是上帝设在世俗社会的法定“办事处”和“经纪人”。中世纪前后，欧洲的国王、皇帝或者大公们都得看上帝的脸色，只要教皇不点头，动张桌子都得流血。这回，出身暧昧的咖啡撞到了枪口上，它不仅是穆斯林那边的异教徒特产，而且多饮之后还能致人兴奋，像醉了酒似地手舞足蹈。说不定，这种味道不错的“阿拉伯酒”是异教徒们勾兑的迷魂汤呢。意大利已经被黑咖啡搅成了一锅粥，教士们血冠瞳仁，吐沫星子乱飞，开始对非法入境的咖啡豆儿口诛笔伐，大肆围剿。他们认准了这是一种“魔鬼饮料”，并警告说：“伊斯兰教徒烂饮的东西，我们耶稣教徒绝对不能沾。”咖啡官司终于打进了罗马教廷，当时的教皇是克雷门八世（Clement Ⅷ 1592-1605），他的最后裁决直接关系到咖啡在欧洲大陆的死活。

還好，教皇沒有隨風倒，他是一位值得尊敬的美食家。這種高人嘴頭兒當然很刁，他輕輕地酌了一小口加過糖的咖啡，緊皺的眉頭一點一點地舒展開來，他相信自己的味覺，還不至于愚蠢到把這種陌生的黑色飲料當作耗子藥。大教堂裏立刻回蕩起他喜形于色的聲音：“好味道！這麽好喝的東西，居然讓異教徒獨吞，簡直是浪費。從現在起，讓咖啡受洗，成爲上帝信徒的飲料吧！”

教皇一句話，咖啡及咖啡文化就活了。歐洲給它頒贈了“合法通行證”。

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