My neighbor is from Naples. We bonded over our personal obsession on a Spanish novela and our love for coffee: we’d invite each other for one several times a day. She has one of those fancy coffee machines with dozens of coffee pod varieties and, one day, she had just received some flavored ones. Of course we wanted to try them and we decided to share one coffee to see if we liked it. All normal so far.

A tazzina of piping hot cherry flavored espresso sitting on the table, and her son comes into the kitchen: we start chatting, myself and his mom try a sip of the coffee, we both liked it: of course he wanted to  try it, too. I was about to pass the cup to him when his mother shouts “no! Don’t! You can’t drink one coffee in three!”