The story of cocoa



Cocoa bean, something I never dreamed I'd hold in my hand. Yes, I could probably buy it in Europe, but you certainly understand that the moment you buy it fresh from the person who tore it a few hours ago, it gives the bean a completely different value. There are many fruits on the market in Uíge - the province where we have a farm, which I have no chance to meet in Luanda. Transport to Luanda is so expensive for the locals that it is unrealistic for the fruit to reach the capital. That's why I was as happy as a small child when I discovered beans in the market. My joy amused everyone on the market, I note that the first days I was a mundele for them - a white woman, after a week I was a mulatto amiga: D. At one point, I didn't know if their joy at my joy was greater than my joy at cocoa beans. Of course, I bought all the beans on the market, because I knew exactly how to handle them. So I didn't know the process, but I was determined to make it and make chocolate. With the help of a young boy, I took about 50 beans. I was most amused and surprised by the question of local traders when they asked how big a family I had and if we drank so much cocoa. Their surprise was all the greater when I explained to them that I did not intend to share my beans with my family, nor did I intend to eat them, but to make chocolate. volume_upcontent_copyshare