I had to laugh at that. My Dad had a coffee percolator in his shop. He did NOT like it when someone cleaned it...
I learned to like coffee in my early teens. My stepfather would take me on week long hunting trips with a bunch of his friends.
We started the week with a fresh percolator (it was a huge percolator) with fresh coffee. Rather than clean it, each morning they added a couple for scoops of coffee. By the end of the week the stuff was nasty, but I liked it. Probably not for the taste but drinking it with all those macho men made me feel macho. It also made me appreciate the good coffee my mother made. And when I say "good" I am talking about what Rush described. Pre-ground grocery store coffee.
By the way, that is also how I learned to like beer and liquor. But I didn't get any of that from my mother when we went home.