Hey coffee firends!

I hope your Sunday is going great.

I probably tried coffee before I could speak... My mother used to moisten my baby's lips with sweet coffee when he was just a few months old. As she smiled and sang lullabies or recited funny rhymes, she'd dip the tip of her index finger in her coffee cup and run it quickly over my son's lips as she rocked him in her arms. It was naughty of her but funny; I like to think she did the same with me. My baby smiled; I should've smiled as well.

A gentle latte would come with buttered toasts, arepas, or a cheese sandwich when I was four; I have confusing memories of that. I remember I'd invite my next door neighbor & BF over for latte. We sat on the porch and without saying it aloud, we pretended we were older, like ten years older. That much older, a lot for us.

Now it's almost black coffee all the time for me, homemade coffee from my moka pot--though it's my little French press on the photos, which shape and vibrant green gives me some joy--. Espresso is my favorite. No sugar. The thicker the layer of foam on top the better; someday I'll by that espresso machine and share my happiness with you!