We have reached a point where we have a new coffee drinker in the house. She has arrived at this point according to the rites and traditions of the family.
I remember my graduation to coffee drinker in Butuan (yes, at 12!) when I began dumping nescafe, sugar and powdered milk into hot water. I now shudder at the thought, and know that my daughter will know good coffee before she even starts heading for Starbuck’s when she has her own car.