Percolator

My week day mornings resemble an organized, chaotic, zoo.  My morning coffee is as fast as a Cheetah trying to catch her morning prey.  I'm pretty sure that if I could have it intravenously as I was waking up, I would take that option.  My Keurig with reusable filter makes me calm during the storm happening all around me.

Weekends in the house are totally the opposite though.  There's no agenda, no commitments and the only thing standing between myself and a great cup of coffee is a 2 year old, wanting to read more books.  I take it down a notch on the weekends and pull out my Grandmother's stove-top Corning-ware percolator.  It brings me right back to her kitchen where she would spend hours preparing the most delicious, wholesome Polish food.  The care she would give each pirogi as she rolled them, resembled that of a sculpture artist from the ancient times, who had no other responsibility but to craft that piece into exactly what it was supposed to be.  

As we prepare for a fun day at the zoo with some work friends, I put on my Percolator and remember the wonderfully slower times when handcrafted, fresh foods were the norm and not something that was sought out.