Literary Arts Magazine Spring 2015 | Page 54

ENGLISH The Aroma That Makes My Day! level VOCAB by Lupe Orozco I can still smell the delicious aroma of the coffee my mother used to prepare every morning in my hometown as if it were yesterday. Since I came to the United States, I have missed her and that original tradition she has. Everyday of my life, for the past 10 years, as soon as I wake up, I breath deeply and close my eyes trying to transport myself, at least for 5 minutes, to my place in Quito, Ecuador, to enjoy in my imagination her breakfast and the love my mother expresses to her loved ones in that way. The single house my father owns is located in the city, the capital, where there are a lot of convenience stores, which make it easier for people to buy the ingredients to fix a good breakfast. My mother favorite’s store is “Mama Chana’s Store.” Most people in the neighborhood love going there because Mama Chana’s personality attracts customers like “the honey caught the eye of a bear.” Mama Chana is a small person. I guess 4’5” She is large and chubby (170 pounds maybe). I haven’t asked about her weight or height. 54 I am just guessing. She treats every customer as if they were really family. A hug or a kiss is part of the ritual to welcome a customer, as well as some small snack for starters.Then she is ready to help anyone. My mother, Carmen, goes there every morning to buy fresh milk, bread, and cheese. The routine starts 6:30 AM. In her pajamas, she walks about a block to get Mama Chanas’ store. In my family as well as in most Ecuadorian families, it is a tradition to buy fresh products to fix meals for loved ones. Besides, Quito is an area surrounded by farms that provide those products every day to the local stores. Back in the kitchen, my loving mother, always willing to do whatever it takes to make her family happy, starts to prepare breakfast. She uses Colombian coffee, because for her that has the best aroma and taste. She buys it at the Supermarket, one of those big chain stores like Giant here. IN OUR OWN WORDS Carmita, as I call her, does not like technology, or maybe she does not how to use it. There are coffee making machines that people can buy, but she uses a manual filter that my grandmother gave to her for Christmas a long time ago. She thinks that this special filter keeps the taste and flavor of the coffee better that any coffee machine. I believe she is right, because by the time she makes breakfast the small house smell œ