There's a Story Behind My Black Coffee Cup

Talking about coffee is endless. Especially if you know that there are many stories behind my cup of black coffee. Why black coffee? the reason is that only this coffee can really accompany me faithfully when it has to be awake at night or even early morning when people are already sleeping. even during the day, due to lack of sleep at night, black coffee is often my savior in running my routine first and now.

Coffee Time

The first coffee I drank of course black coffee tubruk. The unique black coffee is 'coffee leftovers'. yes, the rest of my father who is also a heavy coffee drinker. Every night after the maghrib prayer coffee becomes the obligatory drink. With a variety of activities from the time of evening until 9 pm, sometimes he forgot his coffee. As a result coffee became cold and my father did not want to drink it anymore. I'm the one who's on duty to spend the rest up.

Apparently, the pleasure of this remaining coffee is always stored in my subconscious. so often every time I enjoy the taste of a cup of coffee that sometimes forgotten and became cold I remember the story behind this cup of coffee that is not my cup again, first. Until I understand very well when coffee lovers are also sometimes forgotten with hot coffee that has been brewed. and finally a cup of hot coffee that has been reduced half of it becomes cold.

My Black Coffee Now

Now my routine work as a housewife makes coffee a loyal partner who always accompanies me in my work. let alone klo instead of pouring various ideas that are in my head or milling about every page of the virtual world that I visited for kuracik into a writing for the clients of course. Those who wait for my writing to be and give money as wages for my work.

nevertheless, the night becomes an effective time for me to finish my work as a writer. The reason is of course because there is a child's day and a pile of activity that makes every day seems too short for me. Write anything that can produce. but believe me, not just money, but a lot of things and I love my job. Writing in addition to being a producer of rupiah coffers is also a tool of my therapy. Therapy from a variety of confusions that sometimes hit my mind and my soul. and a cup of coffee, always be my loyal friend in completing one by one my writing. Whether it's in the form of articles, short stories, poetry, reviews, or even books.

My Black Coffee is Made

When my eyes had begun to drool black coffee became my savior. my habit of brewing black coffee is to make sure the dose is okay. For a cup of ordinary black coffee in a medium cup is enough 1 teaspoon and 2 teaspoons of sugar. if my job is quite a lot and it takes a lot longer to finish it then I make is coffee in big size that is mug. To make it I need 2.5 teaspoons and 5-6 teaspoons of granulated sugar. then brewed with hot water and stirred directly until frothy and well blended. At this time also his special aroma easily recognizable. Hhhmmm ....

Another thing if the coffee that will kameduh it is coffee whose coffee is shaped granular, unlike sand. the dose of coffee can be reduced by ¼ to ½. The reason is because the coffee grains are concentrated, even with the viscosity of the taste. So we can be sure this ready-made coffee supply is also more durable than regular coffee. that's the difference between this coffee with other branded coffee, even with the taste that it produces. The aroma is more coffee and more delicious.

Yes, kissing the aroma is one of my habits also in enjoying a cup of coffee. Especially if this eye is already in 5 watts a.k.a sleepy conditions. sipping the aroma of coffee right over his smoky cup really made me wake up. Really restoring my concentration so I can focus again on work. It feels like this brain is refreshed. the effect would make me feel fresh and eager again to finish my writing until it is over. That's the story behind my black coffee cup, how about you? ***