Growing up, my dad would brew himself his routine cup of coffee flavored with a heaping spoon of condensed milk every morning. My sister and I were allowed the occasional sip here and there, but never had a full brew to ourselves for fear that the caffeine would stunt our growth. Now, we’re the tallest women in our extended family, taller than a few men in fact. I’m currently 25 years old, 5 foot 6 inches tall, and I’m glad to report that I had an actual full cup of Vietnamese coffee all to myself this morning! But something was off…it was absolutely delicious, however not exactly how I remembered it as a kid. Same brand coffee, same brand condensed milk, same coffee to milk ratio…what was I doing wrong?
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I wanted to take this chance to show off an awesome gift I received. Is it neurotic of me to be so excited about a mortar and pestle? Because well, I am. There’s just something therapeutic about the rustic technique of grinding your own food with cold stone dug from the earth and allowing the aroma of whatever it is you’re crushing to take over you. I adore my handy dandy food processor, don’t get me wrong, but using a mortar and pestle allows you to connect with your food on a whole other level.