coffee, my love

Mothers are those wonderful people who can get up in the morning before the smell of coffee. ~Author Unknown

.... Not in this house. This mother is no morning person, but thankfully, my love is and he enjoys a few hours of peace and quiet, while the baby boy and mommy "sleep the day away," as he says. {I mean, we usually wake up around nine, that is hardly sleeping the day away?}

Anyways, he starts his day by brewing a pot of coffee, he has this strange nostalgic love for Folgers, which I will never understand. I'm a french press girl, with that "gourmet coffee taste" {says the husband in a snobbish tone}. We usually proceed to "fight" over the whole whose coffee is better and naturally, I win. I mean, how could a basic brewed pot of mass produced, flavor-diluted coffee ever stand up to the goodness that comes from a french press filled with a rich Italian or French roast? It's better and he knows it.

Lately, we've been enjoying coffee from the ever-amazing World Market. It's incredible and so is the price. Who makes your favorite coffee beans?

Did I ever mention how much I love coffee?

P.S. The picture is one of my Noted Cards, you can find here.