Happy Sunday for all coffee and tea lovers here!
For us it's Sunday brunch. Usually, we don't have any drinks with our food, but on Sundays, it's different...
... because on Sundays, we eat fresh fish, and I let the house open so the smell won't impregnate the curtains and tapestries. Doors and windows open means breeze but also heat, so we feel like drinking something cold and refreshing, like this hibiscus infusion.
We have our breakfast, brunch this time, in the kitchen. Our kitchen table is not too big, but it's big enough. I manage.
We had a variety of fried fish today: fresh amberjack tuna, anchovies (not the ones for pizza but the fresh, big ones), and cojinovas (which are like little pompano fish--no idea if they're the same); we also had plenty of salad (tomato, red onion, cucumber, parsley, cilantro, lemon juice, white vinegar, and salt); some roasted arepas and fried slices of ripe plantain which are never missing around here in my hometown when you're eating fried fish. I also added some delicious stewed black beans my brother gave us yesterday.
Paco, our 20 year old parrot, always joins us for the first meal of the day. But it's Canela who always has the first coffee with us. Today this happened before my husband went to buy the fish we would eat--and I mean "we" all, our three cats and Charlie, our eternal guest cat, our two dogs, and the two of us.
When we finished eating, I did the dishes while my husband closed all the doors and windows and turned on the air conditioner. It was time for another coffee and be lazy at last 🙈 But not before some coffee conversation.
