April 14, 2012
Yesterday when I got home for, lunch host grandpa (whose name I still don’t know) was shuffling things around the kitchen like usual. This time he was making coffee. He walked over to me and held up the coffee filter and asked if I wanted some. I politely refused because I already had coffee that morning. When he finished making his coffee he walked back to where I was sitting and chuckled to himself as he, plunked his cup of coffee on the table, plunked an open fifth of gin on the table and said to me “mira”. He pointed from the gin to the coffee and shared his secret recipe with me. He explained that he substitutes water with gin when no one is home. Lourdes doesn’t let him drink or walk anywhere to get one, so he has to be creative. I couldn’t help but laugh with him and be thankful I didn’t accept his coffee offer. Sneaky little grandpa!
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