Cafe-Con-Leche
Unlike some of my friends, I am not a self-proclaimed coffee snob, but I love my coffee. I don't drink fufu-coffee with 15 different flavors which leave you wondering if it is liquid candy instead. And I sure am no coffee-baby born out of the Starbucks revolution which made coffee "cool" in the U.S. In Hispanic culture, in particular Puerto Rican culture which is what I am most familiar with, coffee is part of growing up. As a boy, I remember visiting my grandmother in Puerto Rico during summer vacation. She always thought her "Gringo" grandson from Massachusetts was quite funny. I was about as comfortable in her little country home as a fish in a tree. I was scared of the farm animals, had feet far too tender to walk around without shoes, couldn't swim in the river behind the house without half-drowning, and probably complained a time or ten million, about the mosquitos. Needless to say from my grandmother's perspective, I was probably not much of a c