On Coffee with no creamer

I once told my mom that I was drinking coffee without coffee creamer for a week and she looked at me. 

“You drank it black?” 

“No, I put milk and sugar in it.” 

The face she was was pretty memorable. Now every time I think of coffee with milk and sugar, I think of her distress at my poor state of creamer-less-ness.

In Dominican Republic though, all she would drink was coffee with milk and sugar. Maybe she felt differently because the coffee was different and Doña Chichita made it a certain way. Maybe it was the powdered milk. But she drank it, three times, a day, seven days a week. 

Today, I ran out of coffee creamer and I thought of her. :)

7 months ago | posted by: marciesanchez tagged as: college memories.