I don’t drink coffee. It tastes like rocket fuel to me (sorry Starbucks).
I’m a tea gal- hot with honey and cream, or iced, unsweetened, with mint.
But, of course, other humans in the house do and so we have a delightful little set-up for our morning kick-start- all organized with sterling spoons and china pots for cream and honey.
After all- you might as well use the ‘good’ stuff and enjoy the pleasure of your own company because waking-up is hard to do (sorry Neil Sedaka).
|That’s cinnamon sugar in the tall shaker
and a Chinese rice measure used to separate the coffee pods from the tea bags.