My mother used to be one of those persons who teaches her offspring, in its early ages, that coffee is not bad. It is bad bad bad! In consequence, I managed to keep away from coffee. At least until the difficult age of 10, when, as I remember, I was permitted to join mother and neighbour-friends at the coffee-tattle table.
That was the moment I started to exercise my taste buds on coffee. In those days, I remember developing a partiality for coffee with milk. Or should I say milk with coffee… However, I know now that the coffee I was drinking back then was indeed, not so good. Pre-Ground, over boiled, sometimes brewed over the grounds from the other day, could you think of [...]