My mother would wake up the family when she brewed coffee. The striking smell of coffee described the wonderful mood my mother used to wake up in. If there was one thing I learned from her, it was her way of bringing out the flavor of food. Her perfect ingredient was love.
In this way I can affirm that my mother injected that passion for coffee and now it runs through my veins. Thanks to the smell and taste of coffee I continue to nourish the memories of that woman whom I will love today, tomorrow and forever.
Now, I continue my mother's legacy, injecting coffee into the blood of the next generation. My children, when they smell the aroma of coffee, say: "the best coffee is made by my mother".
