NOSTALGIA
The distinct smell of a brewing Arabica coffee brought me back to my grandparents ancestral house. A picture of my grandfather stramming a hand made instrument to the sound of our native gongs and cymbals while sipping his coffee in between came to mind. Ah! How I miss him, his sarcasm, and his coffee.
"Kini-ing" my tribe's native delicacy, salted pork meats stringed by a bamboo stick then placed over a fire to preserve it for days. The salt and fire smoke give it a tangy flavor. Our kind of grilled meat..😅
Unfortunately, these traditions are slowly dying out due to the advent of technology. Espresso machines are now used to make coffee and "kini-ing" is rare to find.
Arabica brewed coffee and a kini-ing for viand, what a meal!..
