When did you start drinking coffee?
I remember when they started serving it in high school and I started my tradition of the morning cup. During university years, I lived on Arabic coffee made at home. I was in London at the time and the endless lines of coffee shops had not yet began forming. When I moved to Denmark, I recognised what real coffee should taste like. Instant coffee was no longer acceptable. I shiver as I write that horrible word “instant”.
Noor is having what they call a baby-cino (Starbucks’ slang for frothed milk). They don’t recognise the name at Starbucks in Kuwait… So don’t bother. I think it’s a rather clever way to get the children involved when you’re at a cafe – and all they’re having is a cookie and milk.
The reason I chose this photo is Noor’s guaranteed excitement whenever I make coffee at home. The sound of the grinder, the machine beeping to say “ready” and me appearing out of the kitchen and into the dining room – Noor always greeting me with a wonderful smile.