International Coffee Day 2022// My participation in this contest

Hello friend those who love coffee, a pleasure to be with you again, reviewing my blog I came across this contest that was organizing this community #cinnamoncupcoffee in honor of the international coffee day and brought by the @cinnccf team where they ask us for a story where we honor the love for coffee, so I was encouraged to participate to tell a memory with coffee and when I started to like it, since coffee is part of my daily life; also, coffee gives me a lot of energy and encouragement to perform my daily tasks at home.

For me coffee is the first thing I see when I get up, after going to the bathroom, I put the pot in the kitchen to make my coffee and share it with my husband, this love for coffee goes back to 1968 when I was only 7 years old, I will never forget that day that marked my love for coffee. At that age I understood many things, I was very observant and I liked to learn, I got up early to watch my grandmother cook before going to school, I watched my grandmother make coffee, that is why I tell you how my grandmother made coffee for 14 children and 6 adults, she made corn arepa to sell in the street and she got up early, my uncle Pablo fixed the stove because in the house where I lived there was no kitchen, we were extremely poor, so my uncle would light the stove, He would put the firewood and before making the arepas, the first thing my grandmother would do was to make the first batch of coffee, she would take a pot and put the water in it, then she would add the spoonfuls of coffee and the pieces of papelón and let it cook until it boiled enough and the papelón melted, she would make the coffee twice in the morning so she could make enough, the first batch was for those who got up early and then she would make the last batch for those who got up later.

When that coffee had already boiled too much and the papelón was melted she would remove the pot from the stove and leave it on a table until the coffee was well settled and when it was ready she would take the cups of coffee and give a cup to each one. That coffee was a kind of guarapo and I tell you it was tasty, sometimes I felt that I added a spice because it tasted different, then I discovered that I added a cinnamon stick to change the flavor, that coffee was our breakfast, a cup of guarapo coffee accompanied with bread and butter. From that moment on coffee has been part of my life every morning because when I don't drink it I get a headache, I got so used to coffee that I think I am addicted to it, I also got my son used to drinking his coffee with milk in the mornings.

Another anecdote that I remember about this coffee is that the first time I served myself the guarapo that she made, I put the whole cup in and grabbed it with all the coffee grounds, for that I got a scolding that I will never forget, from then on I learned to serve myself coffee that way, but I tell them that I make that coffee every time I go to the river or to a country house I put aside the bag and relive those beautiful moments that we lived despite being so poor.

For all this coffee has become my best ally every morning, I take it in the afternoon around 4 o'clock with a piece of bread and it is my dinner, coffee is so delicious, I have made some desserts with it and it bothers me when someone tells me not to give me coffee, I have also taken it to share a day in the visits I make to my son in the park cemetery sometimes I take 2 thermos of coffee, depending on the day to share with visitors. Coffee gets us out of many troubles in all our moments, whether in the loss of a loved one, in a visit at home, in a meeting with friends, so it is present in the sad moments and in the happy ones. That is why coffee is the number one beverage in the world.