A Good Cup of Coffee
“There’s nothing like a good cup of coffee.” That was something my grandmother always said to me every time she had her morning coffee. The Puerto Rican side of my family were all major coffee drinkers. I started myself at age 13 at the encouragement of my mother, who must have been drinking close to 14 cups a day when she was younger (she has cut down considerably). If there was one memory I took back from the trips I took to Puerto Rico as a child, it was that everyone, no matter how poor, had a coffee bush somewhere in their yard. Continue Reading »
