I have it in my blood, no doubt about it. I grew up among people who love coffee. I don't know of anyone in my closer family who doesn't like coffee.

My parents' ritual of a cup of coffee after each meal has been in my memory for as long as I can remember. They used to drink it black, not too strong, and without sugar. That's how I usually drink my coffee every day. Of course, when I was a little child I was not allowed to participate in that ritual, hehe.

And then, I remember that since I was a child my grandmother let us have a cup of coffee with milk as a snack. It was delicious to eat slices of bread with butter, sugar, and cinnamon with coffee with milk. Yummy coffee memories :)☕️

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