Have a cup?

Lynette with a cup

I love coffee. The Batangas Barako kind...very hot, with no milk, and lots of sugar. The kind that the nuns would serve at breakfast when I would go on my class' yearly high school retreat .

It's amazing I like it considering my first experience with legally obtained coffee was when I was eight and Mama casually asked me if I wanted a cup.

I was so surprised!

In my head I was screaming ...Coffee!!! ... You're offering me Coffee?! ...The stunt your growth poison taboo to children? Yeah baby!!!

Outwardly I quietly replied "Yes please."

All the while trying to remain unobstrusive and not to make sudden movements that would remind her I was eight and really, not allowed to drink coffee.

I watched her take a cup, put a fourth of a teaspoon of instant coffee and mix in a little hot water then add half a can of evaporated milk.

She handed me the cup,and gave me a cracker to eat with it, and went into her room.

I took my first sip and....

... bleagh, eeew, it was horrible!!!

Lukewarm and yuck!!!

And knowing my grandmother as I do, waste of any kind was never allowed.

I had, had, had to finish that cup or I was in deep trouble. ( I was too scared of her to even think of pouring it into the sink)

I kept drinking and drinking, and the cup kept getting larger and larger. I tried that pinch your nose technique but it didn't work.

I felt like I was literally drowning in coffee flavored evaporated milk...

...not a nice way to go.

After it seemed like hours and hours, I finally finished the thing. Mama came out and I showed her my now empty swimming pool-sized cup.

I was so happy my ordeal was over.

I gave her a kiss and the caffeine must have kicked in because I ran out of there so fast I seemed like a blur to her for days.

I wasn't trying to hide from her...honest.

;)