the best day and time of the week is 7am on saturday morning. now that i’m old, i am actually awake to hear the first bird churp the morning song. it means it’s time soon to stream – via apple tv – chicago’s 93xrt radio station and listen to saturday morning flashback (ROF is uncanningly good at guessing the year before they say it)
this morning i thought about
my love affair with coffee. it started when i was attending columbia college on michigan avenue in chicago. my neighbor in naperville actually opened a coffee store on michigan avenue (in chicago place) and i worked there during my sophomore year. it was quite a venture for her as a non-entrepreneur – opening a coffee shop on arguably one of the best well-known shopping streets in the country. hell0… cha ching…i’m just sayin’.
i didn’t necessarily like to drink coffee – i did – but that’s not why i liked it. i romanticized it all out of proportion (i stole that line from woody allen’s opening monologue in manhattan.) i love all the words that go along with coffee like brew, vanilla, steep, chicory, espresso, dark roast, latte, mug, cinnamon, morning, pick-me-up, clutch, auto-timer (ok, i like more what that does vs. the word)
i just liked the idea of it. of course, i was smoking at the start of my love affair with coffee. many of you would say ewww gross but truly…sigh… being 23 going to school in downtown chicago, drinking coffee at an outside cafe’ and smoking a marlboro light was just the breakfast of champions (and oh so french). i could do that because at that age, i was for sure invincible. going to school and being facinated with advertising and marketing and life. it was all real good.
back then i was obsessed with paris too.
so welcome saturday morning. let’s all brew a great cup of joe and look forward to a great day ahead.
these photos, their credits and more breakfast goodies can be found on my pinterest board here.