The cough
Once again we come to tell our experiences with coffee. Today the coffee goddesses asked us to talk about a catastrophic coffee spill, when I read this something came to my mind that happened to me years ago and I still remember it with humor and laughter, although at the time it was not like that. Haha... Without further ado, I will begin to tell my experience and the coffee spill that made me go through a terrible embarrassment.
I remember a few years ago we had to attend a mass for one of my grandparents who had passed away and we remembered him by offering a mass in his honor. I remember it was very cold and I had a bit of a cough, I had come down with a terrible cold that had kept me in bed, but for the mass I recovered miraculously, surely grandma wanted me to attend her mass.
Once at the church, all the people were gathered: "Uncles, cousins, neighbors, friends, among others. We all walked into the church and the smell of incense filled our nostrils, giving a sense of holiness to the surrounding air throughout the place.
We got ready to listen to the sermon and while the priest's voice flooded the air charged with holiness, everyone's thoughts were focused on the delicious coffee and patty that the uncles had bought to welcome the people who accompanied the Eucharist.
After 45 minutes had passed, the priest invited us to leave in peace. We all left the place in high spirits for what we were going to enjoy after arriving home. A short walk from the church to the house separated us to enjoy the delicious hot coffee with an exquisite patty.
On the way, people went almost on a pilgrimage to the destination. An ant-like line of ants followed the trail of the oldest members of the family. Laughter and conversations floated from one side to the other, filling the eardrums with new news, improvised jokes, and talks of politics and philosophy of life for the more intellectual ones.
After crossing the last corner, we managed to make out the house that was waiting for us as if inviting us to enter its comfortable interior. Some steps separated the exterior from the interior, and we climbed up and reached the room that was ready to receive our companions.
As we entered the room, everyone looked for a seat to sit down and wait for the promised delights. I went out to the patio where the cousins had gathered and laughed at any joke or jocular comment.
It was a very pleasant moment as we all laughed at the witticisms that each one of them told. After a few minutes, the trays with the patty and the delicious dark coffee came out of the kitchen. They paraded by where we all were and everyone had a patty and a cup of hot coffee.
I remember that I took a bite with such infinite desire that the bite seemed like a sublime moment of illumination of flavors. In that wonderful moment of gustatory delight, I took a mouthful of coffee into my mouth to create a myriad of flavors and smells feasting on my palate.
As I took another mouthful of coffee, something inside me began to tingle. My throat stung with great intensity and I felt a rush of air begin to make its way from my lungs to the outside. It was microseconds where I could not react.
The chain reaction was not long in coming, and the sneeze came with such violence that it expelled the coffee and the pieces of patty I had in my mouth, to make matters worse, in front of me was one of the cousins who was of age. The sneeze had showered him with coffee and pieces of patty.
At that moment, they all burst out laughing and I was ashamed and wiped my nose and mouth, while the cousin went to the bathroom to wash his face. My face was an intense shade of red and I just wanted to get out of there, as soon as possible.
Then everything calmed down a bit and I had to apologize to my cousin for the sneeze of coffee and chunks of empanada. He looked at me and laughed and patted me on the back. He had forgiven me, but I still felt really bad. At the end of the night, everyone went home and I was left thinking about the incident.
That was the worst coffee spill with embarrassment included that has ever happened to me in my life. Now I remember it and it makes me laugh a lot and the cousins also remember that funny situation. And when there is coffee to be had as a family, many stay away from me, just in case. Haha.

All images without link are property of Yenny Aldazora
Edited by Rincón Poético.
The text of this post was originally translated from Spanish to English with the translator DeepL
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