This post was sponsored by Café Bustelo® as part of an Influence Central campaign and all opinions expressed in my post are my own.
Does the title of this post sound like an essay that would get you into college or what?! Haha. It’s really about what memories a little Café Bustelo® evoke for me and celebrating Hispanic Heritage Month, because what’s more Hispanic than café con leche?!
Though my mom is a coffee lover and also Hispanic (read more about that soon), the most immediate thing that Spanish coffee reminds me of is my (late) father. Papi used to do this thing that I thought was VERY gross at the time, and still am not enthused about trying: dipping his toast in his coffee and eating it. I remember sitting at the table watching this happen and being like, “ewwww why?!” His response would be to simply dip more in and eat it even more in front of me. I don’t remember him ever getting embarrassed and it was certainly never going to happen because his kids thought he was weird. That just made him get weirder!
These mornings where we all sat at the table grumpily eating breakfast before school or on Saturday’s when my mom actually had time to heat up Cuban toast in the oven, those are the little things I hope I never forget. It wasn’t distinctly Hispanic, but there was something about it that connects me to my “spicy side,” as I like to call it.
That being said, I wanted to go over a few of the best parts of my semi-Hispanic upbringing. You see, I’m Hispanic on both sides. In fact, my mom’s maiden name was Hernandez before she married my dad who’s last name was Hernandez. My mom’s great grandma was born in Mexico and my dad was born in Puerto Rico. That + a whole lot of random white countries + American-born= me.
Here are a few of the things being partially-Hispanic reminds me of:
- cafe con leche + tres leeches cake (Puerto Rican side)
- hot sauce + homemade salsa (Mexican side)
- warm tortillas (Mexican)
- black beans + rice (Puerto Rican)
- hairy arms and legs (Mexican)
- in my case, attempting salsa/merengue dancing (Puerto Rican)
- talking really fast and REALLY loud (both sides)
- throwing really fun parties (both)
- knowing the importance of laughter and letting loose (both)
- knowing the that family comes first (both)
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I’ve always been proud to be Mexican and Puerto Rican for the above reasons and sooo many more. I know this doesn’t mean that much, but my thoughts and prayers are with those in Mexico that are suffering from the aftermath of that terrible earthquake and those in Puerto Rico trying to recover from the hurricane.
To my family: thank you for reminding me of what matters most, and te quiero mucho.