Lucia, Elizabeth, baby Gideon, and me
Machakos, Eliya, and me
Sitting with the ladies enjoying coffee, Rebecca is roasting the beans.
Making coffee here is a process. And not a quick one at that. It's not like back home when you just meet up with friends at the nearest Starbucks or other coffee shop. Place your order at the counter and within a few minutes your coffee is served.
The beans are purchased in the market, roasted over a fire, the ground into a fine powder by hand, and added to boiling water also over a fire. Also, any spices usually ginger and cardamon (also ground by hand) are added to the boiling water too. Before the coffee is served it's strained and served into small porcelain cups with a heaping tablespoon of sugar.
There's no fancy milks or creams or flavored syrups or anything else. It's rather tasty I suppose. I am getting used to drinking the coffee here even though back home I didn't like the stuff. It's simple and very much a part of everyday life here in South Sudan.
Children with baby goat
Beauba and me
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