Hello, greetings to this beautiful community, despite being a great lover of coffee, I do not always post in this community, but what happened this weekend deserves a post, to be known although not respnda to any challenge.
I come from an extended and poor family, my grandmother tells me that she always worked at home as a maid, that is to say what we call in Cuba a maid, very normal for her time, and that sometimes most of the days there was nothing to eat, but coffee was always available, the older ones drank it stronger and the children were given it of course, wet with bread so that their stomachs would not get upset, she used to say.
According to what she told us, she was so curious to see that every time she took the coffee to the room where the ladies were sharing, she got very nervous because between the aroma of coffee but especially the dishes where they consumed it, she always thought that she was carrying a great treasure in her hands, when she finished serving it, she looked behind the curtains as they consumed it.
Well, it seemed different to her, her little finger was stretched out and only her lips were wet, she always said she thought it was badly brewed, so she ran to drink it in her metal pot, but it still tasted like that rich coffee, so she decided to gather kilo by kilo and one day she would buy a set of cups,Maybe she felt different because it was a crock.
Until he bought it and ran to brew coffee when he sat down to approve it, he realized that it was not on the crockery, much less on his little finger, it was the same coffee, only less in quantity.
only then did she realize that coffee is divine but that its real magic lies in drinking it with those people who are special to you, or drinking it alone under the magic of it.
coffee is a party in itself, she said, but if you invite doña galleta, or señor pastel, the party becomes a great celebration,
That is why I am happy this weekend because tradition has made me keep for a month my grandmother's cup, which rotates for the family so that we do not forget that the first thing that our ancestors gave us was coffee and its magic is to enjoy it alone or shared.
we only changed the case because of the years maybe the pictures are not perfect but my weekend happiness was.
thank you for reading it and allowing me to publish it in the community.
images of my cell phone
traductor deepl
images worked on in canva