My First Self Made Coffee

Hi guys,


I hope you all doing GREAT.

We all might have made coffee or tea for the first time in our life. SO did I.

Today, my son was making his cold coffee for the first time. He is just 13 years old. He was super excited when he was making it. Only a cup of coffee and so much excitement!!!

This whole reminded me of my first self made coffee back in my days. I was also 13 years old when I tried making coffee for the first time.

I was always good at garnishing, I remember. My mom never allowed me to enter her kitchen. She always said, “making you cook in the kitchen means messing up with my tidy kitchen”. She only allowed me to make PIZZA in OTG that too for two reasons. Firstly, she didn’t know how to cook pizza. Secondly, I was excellent at making pizza. All in my family liked veg-pizza cooked by me. They were yum!!! Undoubtedly, I still excel in making one.

One day my uncle paid his visit to our house. He was also fond of hot coffee, as was i. And I have always been like a daughter to him. This “uncle” was no-one else, but my mom’s real brother(my mamaji as we call it in INDIA). And most of my habits are still on him.

He told my mom, “TINKY (my nickname) would make coffee today.” And guess what!

I got super excited after hearing that but at the same time nervous too. i didn’t know much. I mean I knew, that for a good cup of hot coffee, we need to beat it well (as my mom offered me to do this job for her), but i didn’t know how much quantity of coffee n sugar would be just right for five people. Anyways, I figured out that from my mom and continued my session of coffee making. And finally, when my coffee was ready, I garnished it well with cinnamon and cocoa powder.

I then served it with curiosity surrounding all over me to know about my coffee ratings!!!!

It takes time to sip hot coffee and comments to flow. But i was keen on knowing if I was a good barista and kept my fingers crossed.

Finally, the silence broke up when my mom said, wow. Trust me, I had tears in my eyes, but anyhow I managed to hide them.

Everyone praised my self made coffee, and from now on, I was the one whose job was to make coffee for the guest!

That’s different when my mom entered her zone (kitchen); she was full of anger. She showed all her aggression on me. I hope you all understood what I mean! BUT I WAS A GOOD BARISTA THAT WAS OBVIOUS TOO:)