Coffee is one of the most adaptable goods, and it is consumed in every country on the planet. The most frequent way to drink coffee is black or with milk, but many flavors go nicely with this nectar.
Today, I want to discuss how my family and I love coffee. It will undoubtedly make you crave a cup of this delectable nectar. The way you drink it depends on when you read this story. So, make a cup of coffee and start reading.
I want to begin with some background information. No one knows how coffee was discovered. One story I’ve heard claims that coffee originated in Arabia, but another, more persuasive, claims that it originated in Ethiopia. It then went to Arabia and then to India by Muslim pilgrims on their way to Mecca. It should also be noted that coffee plants originated in ancient Ethiopia.
It is yet to be determined how this product was discovered. My favorite story is about a shepherd named Kaldi. According to legend, Kaldi noticed his goats’ odd behavior after they ate fruit and shrub leaves. The goats were bouncing about with great zest and vigor. Kaldi mistook the shrub his goats had nibbled for cherries, but it was coffee. We may now drink it thanks to the goats of Kaldi
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Coffee has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Breakfast was always coffee and a slice of bread with butter for my family and me. Sunday mornings are some of my favorite recollections. My father was at home and purchased bread, butter, and bologna. My mother also cooked two eggs for my father. The eggs were tasty once she seasoned them with salt and pepper.
When I was about nine or ten, we drank coffee with milk and ate soda crackers. I recall putting the crackers in the coffee cup and then devouring the coffee-soaked crackers. If I were lucky, a piece of potato cheese would melt inside the cup of hot coffee.
When I was older, my mom brewed coffee every morning and handed me a cup when I woke up. She would remind me it was ready if I waited too long to get the coffee. On occasion, Mom would anticipate my rising early to make a pot of coffee. The smell of coffee has woken me awake on several occasions. In my head, Mom is giving me advice.
Mother: You got up at a suitable time; I just made coffee.
Me: Yes, I already noticed. The aroma woke me up.
Mother: How do you want it?
Me: I want it black and no sugar. Later, I will eat something else. Today is Saturday, it’s almost eleven in the morning, and I’m going to play baseball with my friends.
Mother: If you are going to play ball, you must eat something before you go to the park.
Me: Well, I’ll eat some cookies; right now, my friend will come looking for me in no time.
Mother: It’s still early. I’m going to make you fried eggs with bread. Serve yourself the coffee. Whoever comes looking for you, let him wait.
I immediately sat down and ate breakfast after hearing those remarks. My friends would always be at my door when I was done.
After a day of playing baseball in the sweltering Puerto Rican heat, I headed home for the afternoon. That’s what she always told me.
Mother: Did you come from playing? You seem tired. Do they give you lunch at noon and coffee at three o’clock in the park?
Me: No, they didn’t give me anything, but coffee has already been made here.
Mother: How do you know?
Me: Because of the smell.
Mother: Yes, I just made it. Do you want a cup?
Every day at three o’clock in the afternoon, my family and I would have coffee. Even though it gets warm where I live, my family has a tradition of drinking coffee around three in the afternoon. Feeling fantastic after drinking a black coffee, prieto, and pulla (no sugar added). On sweltering days, my family and I like to grab coffee and relax beneath the shade of the mango tree in the front yard. When the family ate lunch together, this tradition shone brightest on Sundays. We took pleasure in the coffee and the cool evening air. Any response was met with laughter.
Coffee, as we can see, is a social and cultural staple. After lunch, there’s nothing like settling in with a guest over a cup of coffee. It’s the kind of thing that fits right in at a dinner party that’s steeped in tradition all around the world. After a meal, the only thing left is to say your goodbyes. Listen to this lunchtime chat from my house if you don’t believe me.
Wife: Well, everything is ready; let’s sit down for lunch.
Me: Yes, clever idea. Does anyone want water?
Guest: Yes, I want to.
Guest: I want it with ice.
Inv. 2: The food is excellent. It had been a long time since I had eaten rice with chicken, red beans, salad, tostones (fried plantain), and avocado.
We enjoyed the meal and talked briefly, then my wife would say.
Wife: Now, let’s enjoy dessert.
Guest: It looks vibrant.
Everyone enjoyed the dessert, and someone said.
Inv.2: Everything was delicious.
Nobody dared to get up from his seat after the meal and dessert. Everybody is waiting for someone to take the initiative. At that point, guests might relax with coffee after supper. When no one else was talking, my wife finally did.
Wife: Does anyone want coffee?
Me: Excellent idea.
Inv. 2: I want it with cream.
Guest: Mine with milk and I like hot.
Me: Mine is black and no sugar.
Wife: And you, how do you want it?
Guest: It doesn’t matter, with cream or with milk.
Coffee was made available. The discussion began and continued throughout the afternoon. There were sorrowful remarks and laughs, but everything was joyfully shared. As nightfall approached, someone said:
Guest: My God, but what is this? It’s seven o’clock in the evening.
Guest: Yes, it’s time to go. The conversation is enjoyable, but we must go.
Guest: Yes, we had a wonderful time. Next time, you must go to our house.
The visitors bid their goodbyes and went to their homes. The day was fantastic. The perfect lunch was the after-dinner, which was complimented by a great coffee.
Having coffee is also a great excuse to chat with friends and family. It’s about something other than caffeine; sometimes, we need a break. Coffee is the ideal beverage to share with a friend and chat casually.
When my wife and I married, we relocated out of the urban region. I would, however, visit my folks anytime I was in the neighborhood. It might be in the morning, afternoon, or evening. I got to my parent’s place at 10 o’clock on Saturday. I noticed my mother sitting outside on the property’s modest terrace as I reached the house. She was sipping her coffee. I approached her and welcomed her; she then informed me.
Mother: Hi, son; what are you doing so early around here?
Me: Nothing. I needed to buy some things and stopped by to say hello.
Mother: I just strained the coffee. I’m going to bring you a cup. Sit here with me and enjoy the freshness of the morning.
Me: Yes, good idea. Good coffee is good at any time.
My mother gave me coffee, and we sat to see if we could improve the world. The morning wind was felt, and the sun’s rays could be seen amid the mango tree leaves. Everything was conducive to a pleasant conversation.
Mother: Haven’t you seen your friend? It’s been a while since he’s come this way.
Me: Yes, I went to his house about two weeks ago. Now, it can be challenging to get together. Everyone must work, and we live far away.
Mother: It looks like he was passing by and saw your car.
Me: Yes, I see. I’m going to say hello.
I said hello to my friend. We had a five-minute conversation. Then I returned and spent about an hour with my mum. We discussed family happenings, and as we moved from one topic to another, I drank another cup of coffee. I felt the heat, so I said my goodbyes and
left.
We may use coffee as an excuse to bring a friend to meet someone we haven’t seen in a long time or a family member. They appear to be gossip but are not; I refer to them as curiosity.
My wife and I invited one of my sisters to coffee one day while living in Puerto Rico. About two days later, I met another of my sisters and informed her that we would be sipping coffee at my place and that if she wanted to come, she could. I also told her she might invite any of my other sisters if she saw them. Saturday afternoon arrived, and we were getting ready to see my sister. When she came, we sat down to speak while the coffee was being made. A car parked in front of my house about five minutes later; I peeked out the window and saw one of my sisters. Later, another appeared, followed by another. The place was packed to my astonishment. We had a terrific time, and what was supposed to be an afternoon of sipping coffee transformed into a family reunion. Everyone was given coffee, and the scent filled the entire neighborhood. We ate and joked all afternoon, and then everyone returned home at sunset. My wife was surprised by all that had occurred and informed me.
Wife: How strange; we invited one of your sisters, and they all came.
Me: Yes, I don’t know what happened. Maybe you invited the rest of my sisters, and you need to remember.
Wife: I’m glad they came. We had a wonderful time, but I need to remember inviting them. If I had known they were coming, I would have prepared lunch for them.
I WAS FRIGHTENED when I heard those words and tried to justify the visit.
Me: Who knows, most likely when I invited one of them, my sister asked the others.
Wife: Yes, maybe that’s what happened, but I repeat, I felt a little sad for not having lunch for them. Didn’t were you who invited them?
Me: Hey, something is burning on the stove.
Wife: I’m not cooking.
Me: Thank God. How hot it is. I’d better take a nice bath. Don’t worry; we’ll continue the conversation later. Prepare the coffee in what I bathe.
I stood from my seat. My wife was staring at me, but I withdrew before she spoke.
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Throughout the years, homemakers have used various methods to prepare coffee. My mother used a strainer to sift the ground coffee. She poured the hot water into the coffee-ground-filled filter. The fragrance rapidly filled the room. Then, there were coffee machines, which improved with time. We now sell coffee machines that come with their coffee containers. The device has the water, boils it, and finishes the process in under two minutes. We immediately make coffee. It should also be highlighted that comfort does not come cheap, but if you want to avoid completing that chore, you should go to coffee shops.
Every day, coffee shops provide better coffee at increasing costs. I recall that the fees for basics were regulated in my country. One of them was coffee. Not only was the price of ground coffee restricted, but so was the price of a cup of coffee in a coffee shop. You had to communicate with the government organization that regulated pricing if you wanted to raise the price. That does not happen presently, not in the states of the American Union. There is a free market; the merchants sell the coffee at their chosen rates. As a result, the government’s only intervention is in monopolies. But that’s a discussion for another day.
They now sell coffee cups with your face imprinted on foam. You gaze in the mirror while drinking your coffee. Who would have believed that in my mother’s days? The moms were the specialists in brewing a decent cup of coffee, but A.I. is here.
My advice is to relax and prepare a good cup of coffee. Sit down to enjoy it, and if you can’t put your portrait in the coffee foam, don’t worry. I’ve got my cappuccino, and here’s mine, with my photo on top. What are your thoughts?
