Coffee is not a big thing here – so instant is the norm but mostly it’s bush tea (rooibos) or Five Roses (black tea) when a hot drink is required (but in the heat, why we suffer through a hot drink I have no idea). Ma graciously offered me ‘coffee’. It’s not even instant; it’s the ‘taste’ of coffee.
Funny enough Ma had a plastic coffee inspired tablecloth. I just shook my head every time I looked down at my favourite part: ‘expresso’. Coffee addicts – it’s cringe worthy, no?