My mum has been drinking regular moka coffe with milk for decades.
I didn’t like the average coffee much, used to drink with milk only when I needed the caffeine or if I was out with somebody at a bar.
Then I started drinking proper coffe and prepare it myself (specialty, light to medium roasted, freshly grinder, aereopress extraction).
The first time I made a cup in the kitchen my mum was there looking at me very perplexed: her gaze was full of contempt coming from generations of old padanian women who lived and died strictly following traditions passed down to them, traditions probably born in a time when people believed in spirits.
One day she asked me if I could give her a bit of the coffe I was preparing (even if she’d made remarks against my process). I agreed but forbid her to put milk in it, like she usually does. So she asked if sugar could be added instead because “otherwise it’s too bitter”. I said no, and after a bit of protesting she agreed to drink it like I demanded.
After tasting it she said that it was very good, not bitter so there’s no need to add milk and I was right.
She keeps doing her old style moka pot with bitter burnt coffe with milk for most of the week (she doesn’t want to spend money nor time to replicate what I do)
and asks me to give her some of mine when I’m at home in the weekends.