When I think of coffee a memory comes to mind, my maternal grandmother, so if I were to answer that question, the best coffee is the one I share with the people I love the most.
She loved coffee with milk, she drank it in the mornings, at breakfast and in the afternoon as an afternoon snack. When her sister came to visit her, and when I was studying at the university, she would prepare one for me and accompany me.
Today, the best coffee is the one I share with my friend from here, from Spain. When we get together one day we have coffee, and the following week mate, we share both cultures.
I could tell you that beyond the drink, what is important are the people, the circumstances in which it is drunk and the conversations. Those unique moments.
Thanks Galen!
The moment is the most important right? I'm the same. I know people who can make the worst coffee go down like the finest just by their presence and I think that's pretty special.
I have tasted bad coffee, very bad but the company was very good... who cares about the coffee.
I agree...I'd have
coffeemate with you any day...you bringing cakes?Yes, but for diabetics, not to commit health follies.😂