Coffee, elixir of love

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Own image, watercolor made by me.

I am not very clear about the moment when I tasted my first sip of coffee. I remember well that when I was going to be confirmed, my godmother made me a breakfast of sandwich and coffee with milk and for a change I poured half a cup of it on my dress, my disgruntled aunt changed my clothes and then we went to fulfill the religious commitment.

The adults drank black coffee and invariably closed their eyes after the first sip, a smile of satisfaction accompanied the gesture and then the expression: "what a tasty coffee"; my grandmother was delighted, she served it in exquisite pewter cups that she took care of with care so that they would not peel off, now those cups are almost not seen, but the frothy black liquid is kept, served in other containers.

I believe that what made grandmother's coffee special was not precisely the cup, but the smell of firewood, which complemented it, because my grandmother boiled the water in the stove where she also made the arepas. Coffee was synonymous with home, love, protection and stories, you had to see how the adults talked, while they tasted that famous liquid. My grandmother would go in silence to see her plants and enjoy her first cup alone.

I was not allowed to taste the same as the elders, but they would give me one, which they had gone over several times, and it was almost the color of honey. To dip the bread, called "butaque", in that wonderful liquid, sweet as the nectar of flowers, and then eat it with delight, became a habit, as well as pouring the contents of the cup on my chest. I tasted the elixir with pleasure and almost imitated the gestures of the old people. The aroma did arrive intact, so one of the most distant home tastes has to do with that experience.

Breathing in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee is a magical experience. It brings back a carousel of memories and experiences that do not leave us indifferent, and they all have to do with emotions and affections that come to us all at once, as we squint our eyes and savor the first sip. I know of no other drink that produces the same effect or fills us with so much happiness.

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The best thing is that the ritual will be repeated alone or in company and then the spirit of coffee will return to envelop me to accompany my well-being. I have been drinking it without sugar for several months, at first I thought that I would not get used to it but I did and now I like it this way, I feel the flavor of the coffee better.

There are different brands that incorporate vanilla, cinnamon or chocolate to their presentations, but I prefer the natural one that does not change the taste of the coffee. When I go to a coffee shop I ask for it with milk, light brown. This beverage is so immersed in our lives that it is now common to say in greetings with friends: "see you soon for coffee".

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I have used the translator DeepL

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Coffee was synonymous with home, love, protection and stories

I love that!

This was beautiful to read. The way you explained your love for coffee, despite not remembering the first time you fell in love with it.
I miss seeing pewter cups. It's like they don't exist anymore.
Coffee is the most delightful drink to have at seminars or whenever friends get together since it helps to activate the brain.
Thanks for stopping by.

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You don't get pewter cups very easily, they are nice memories I have of them.

Thanks for the comment. I really enjoyed writing this post.

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Tu escrito me hizo viajar al rancho de mi vieja Isabel, (mi abuela) a quien siempre recuerdo con cariño. Ella también solía poner el agua del café en leña, mientras hacía las empanadas para vender. Ella decía, y así lo siento, que la leña le ponía un toque especial al café. Yo creo que el olor de los dos (café-leña) le ponen un sabor especial a los recuerdos.
Gracias por compartir!

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Sí, esos primeros recuerdos no se olvidan. Esa mezcla de olores mañaneros: leña, comida, café, sumado al día que comienza son muy agradables.

Luego llegan las carreras de la vida, las diligencias, obligaciones y se pierde esa magia que queda solo en los recuerdos.

Saludos cordiales. Gracias.

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The way you talk about coffee...it is almost spiritual and makes me want to look deeper into coffee. Like, maybe I could actually see more. I like coffee, but not as much as most here do. Maybe I am missing something.

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The people I know who did not drink coffee before and learned to drink it learn to enjoy that pleasant energy, a conversation with a good coffee is priceless.

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Wow. I am beginning to understand that

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I so agree with the thought that coffee becomes more special when prepared with extra love and care just like what your grandma did. Sometimes I say that if only coffee could talk. By the way, I so love the watercolor artwork. I love everything most especially your thoughtful and reflective content. Have a great time my friend and take care always.

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As you say, coffee is a drink that accompanies us on the journey of our lives and who can say that smelling it does not evoke memories of his childhood, I imagine that from what you say that clear coffee was for children, it is that I like it so much, and wet it with bread, I tell him I want to wet it 😅
or the traditional coffee with milk 🤤 what beautiful memories that take me back to my childhood, I loved visiting you again. Blessings

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