I just got back from coffee with a stranger; I’m still not sure his name, but we’re getting a drink this weekend. We met two months ago in the basement of a jazz club. I heard him speaking English as we passed each other on the stairs, so I said hey. Turns out, he recently …
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The First Sip
Even though Mom drank it by the gallon, Papi introduced me to “dirty bean water”. I felt more like a 10 year old scientist than a barista though, considering the Cafe con Leche recipe was: 1) Microwave milk 2) Test temperature by dipping finger into milk3) Lick finger4) Eyeball the instant coffee (too much and …
