I wasn’t sure I’d like Kahlua the first time I tried it. Dedo (my Macedonian grandfather) was sure I would, with my unhealthy addiction to coffee. I, however, was a bit more skeptical, and as he continued to pour more of the dark liquid into a small glass, I stopped him.
“Dedo, what if I don’t like it? I don’t want to waste all of that.”
He looked up at me, gesturing as he spoke. “Look around you. You’re with Macedonians. If you don’t drink it, someone else will.”
Wise words to live by.
*Yes, I enjoy Kahlua, especially in coffee, brownies, or over ice cream.
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