healthy coffee

I think it was about 9.30 to 10pm that night. It was the second or third night where my mother made me drink the slow boiled Chinese traditional medicine for my bronchitis. The smell was awful. I was determined not to drink the disgusting brown smelly bitter substance ever again.

I stared at the bowl of medicine...for a really long time. My mom got mad and gave me a ultimatum. To drink or to sleep outside the house. I gladly walked out the gates and sat there.

Yup. I really did plan to sleep outside beside the road. I sat outside without fear because the fear of the Chinese medicine was over powering sleeping alone outside the house.

30 minutes passes and then my dad who was keeping both eyes on me from inside the garden finally gave up. He couldn't let his daughter sit dangerously outside the house anymore. Mom was determined not to let Dad come after me but he came anyway. He persuaded me to drink my medicine.

I gave in... and went into the bowl of yucky medicine. I drunk it. ... and vomited.

Drinking the herbs the was prescribed me brought me memories of Chinese medicine that I HATE! …then again I hate taking medicine. …even Panadol or what so ever.


Herbs that was packed at the Chinese herbal pharmacy.


I had to boil the herbs with 3 bowls of water in the slow cooker until the water evaporates to 1 bowl.


This is when it's done. All the yucky bitterness is out from the herbs and into the water.


The 'healthy coffee' is ready. Yuck pui pui pui!!!