coffee

I like my coffee like I like my soul; black and bitter.

A trillion years ago when I was a wee tot I had a mug with a little mouse in it who would pop his head out to say hello when I was about half done with my cocoa. I'm glad to see that there is a classy adult version now that I'm an ancient lady.

As things heat up, it gets bloodier.

A cozy cable knit is just about as classic as it gets. Your cocoa should get the same treatment as your torso.

Sometimes a meal is so delicious and satisfying that you just want to eat the entire plate and the table cloth and flatware and everything. In my family when food is especially tasty we say that we just want to "rub it in my hair".

I wish my breakfast could be this cute every day. Kitty cakes! Kitty coffee! Cute cute cute!