Today I woke up very early in the morning, with the sun just looking out of my Windows and the promise of a great Monday.The first day of the week always brings new opportunities and good purposes. For me, morning routine is sacred; There is no better way to start the day than with a cup of smoking coffee and my children around me, asking if I have already made coffee.
This morning I had a special plan, since I had promised my children that I would make their beloved Bombón Café, benefits that I allow myself since I entered @Hive, that delicious drink that combines the intensity of coffee with the sweetness of condensed milk, creating a truly pleasant experience and loved by my children.The anticipation in their eyes was sufficient motivation to go on. However, the mischief of fate decided to play a bad pass against my plans.
When I thought the coffee was ready to be served, I realized with horror that the coffee filter had been damaged.The coffee powder had managed to escape and floated without contemplations in my jug. A long time since the filter screaming a change and I had ignored it now I had a small disaster in my kitchen.
While trying to fix that disaster the coffee maker began to make a kind of dance on the plateau and my children, to say that the coffee maker spoke to them, the truth I did not listen to anything but they did. It was because children are always open to magic things. Step by step they told me the pot's words.
"You do not need a filter to appreciate the true chaotic beauty of coffee! Forget those delicate gadgets to filter and embrace the wild side of coffee flavors.
This is where magic happens!
I was amazed and answered to them. I will consider it and smiled then. It will be a rustic charm, like artisanal coffee
I took it now delicately in my hands and preparing it I put it back in the fire.
Once the elaboration was completed, the machine would swell with pride: "Voilà! Here, the masterpiece without a filter is not just a drink; it is an experience! Each sip is an adventure, a jump to a kingdom Where the taste is the king and the texture is ... well, an acquired taste! "
While the kitchen was filled with laughter, the coffee maker built in satisfaction, knowing that although it did not adjust to the traditional coffee elaboration methods, it had created a special moment, the delicious, although sandy moments, of the taste. "Health toThe joy without filter! "We would all proclaim, ready to prepare another coffee again that we will undoubtedly continue to enjoy together.
Quickly, I took a cloth strainer that I usually wear to make coffee light and decided to filter it again.With patience and a little skill, I managed to rescue coffee, eliminating the residuos that threatened to ruin our special moment.While poured coffee in the cups, my children were already impatient, their faces illuminated by the sweetness of the yearning.
Finally, with our bombon coffee ready and served, we sit down to enjoy it together.Despite the little setback, the taste was unmatched and the shared time, invaluable.This Monday became on Monday of Café Bombón, and they already know even if things do not go as planned, we can always find a way to enjoy the moment.
My girls seemed to be happy but my boy was looking at me a bit disappointed. Whais wrong? I asked him. Didn't you like coffe. I did, he said, but I like best to talk with your coffee maker, it knows me, mom, it said my name indeed.
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The images are mine.