Some smart words with your Monday morning coffee. Here’s hoping for a week with more highs than lows. Diving in…
{Image thanks to: Table Tonic}
Some smart words with your Monday morning coffee. Here’s hoping for a week with more highs than lows. Diving in…
{Image thanks to: Table Tonic}
Oh, coffee. How you fuel me.
I never really thought of myself a big coffee drinker. But really, I can’t function without it, even though I don’t drink that much of it. I rarely even finish the two cups I make every morning. But still, just the smell, the quick taste of it, gets me going.
Recently, (and I’ve been strangely over excited about this) I’ve been making my own iced coffee. First, I bought a pitcher and some colorful tumblers (of course, the outfit always comes first). You can double brew the coffee and keep it in the fridge for a few days. I even made some coffee ice cubes so my iced coffee doesn’t get watered down. Add a big splash of skim milk and I’m ready to start the hot summer day!
Anyway…getting to the sweet stuff…. I’ve been looking for a new frosting for my go-to one bowl chocolate cupcakes. Inspired by my coffee love, I whipped up this mocha beauty.
Truly, these are cupcakes for breakfast. :)

Routine.
Tradition.
Plans.
I once took a risk. I didn’t think it was at the time though. But it was new and challenging and all types of scary. I don’t take risks. I once took a risk and abandoned my routines, traditions and plans.
And I found a new one. At the Royal Pereire café in the 17th. In the corner window. With a café crème, my journal and watching the people walk by. It was simple. It was easy, but it wasn’t too. It wasn’t Starbucks. But I do the same thing at Starbucks. It was new.
Risk taking at a corner café….