A Coffee Buddy

My Hispanic roots are settled in the Caribbean, but I live in the states. My love for coffee was not only not shared in my home; my love for Latin coffee would always interfere with my appreciation of anyone’s American coffee water. Yes, I said that. Sorry friends and in-laws.

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One day, my high school sophomore son began drinking my coffee. Suddenly I had a coffee buddy, a coffee traveling companion!

Up to this point I had been content with making coffee in a coffee maker. However made, my Hispanic pre-ground coffee was a heavenly elixir, every morning!

Somewhere along the way, I decided to ditch the coffee maker (you have all watched and heard the guácala stories about coffee makers, so I’ll spare details) and went back to my real back-in-the-day-growing-up-in-Puerto Rico roots! Coffee making on the stove-top, real brewing, way more satisfying. Honestly, it’s not that much more work than setting up the coffee maker to do it for you. Just get up…I don’t know about 5 minutes earlier and multitask with your breakfast making.

Then I began desiring to expand my coffee horizons. One day I was shopping and found a French press coffee pot. Another day I was shopping and found a moka coffee pot. Yes, they sat in the closet for some time because I always wanted to first research how they worked and never had time.

This is my idea of a genie lamp. It produces my wish every single morning without fail. 😊

Guess who finally got his hands on these amazing coffee tools and ran with them. My now college freshman. To be young and have loads of free time again! He watched YouTube videos and read about coffee making in these special pots that had been collecting dust in my closet.

In the coffee treasury, I mean the closet, he also found a coffee grinder. I had forgotten about that one. And he also figured out how to use it. I happily got a package of whole coffee beans. At first, I got a cheap brand at the store because I didn’t know if this was a phase. Sometimes children play with a new toy and quickly get bored with it.

He was soon demanding better quality coffee beans. And so was I. Caribbean Latin quality coffee beans were soon in our pantry by the pounds.

Hang in there. This could be the love of coffee never ending story…

Published by cstanski

Just a typical human thriving in the hostile land of life, having some fun and learning something new every single day. So I'm just gonna write and hope I can entertain you at least a little.

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