I remember the moment when I whipped up a Coffee for my ailing Mom who was down with Flu. I was barely ten years and prepared a Coffee when she was snoring loud in a sound sleep.
This was my first ever when I scoured the Utensils in the Kitchen, to find the right bowl for Coffee. I felt like a Stranger in my own home. I had no cue in which boxes was Sugar and Coffee Powder stacked. I put the bowl on the Stove first; I at least knew how to light the Stove as sometimes I observed my Mom and Maid doing it. Next I filled the bowl with a glass of water and a half cup of milk in tow. After a long quest, I poured the coffee Powder and Sugar in the simmering Concoction. I carefully tip-toed to confirm if my Mom was sleeping and voila she was staring in my face and asked what I was doing. Before I could respond, she surmised that I was making Coffee. It’s the strong aroma of Coffee beans that woke her up.
The Coffee was not as bad as anticipated; teaspoon of Coffee and Sugar was not measured proportionately. I took away half teaspoon of Sugar and put an extra amount of Coffee Powder. Thank heavens… I made Coffee and not Tea!
PS: Coffee was not a herculean task as it was similar to mixing milk with milk powder and sugar. Had I made Tea, it could have been awful!
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