Today's wonder is a foamy cup of cafe au lait.
Mmmm. I'll just linger here just a minute, if you don't mind.
I liked coffee before we moved to France, but while we were there? I took it as a lover.
Sorry. Did I say that?
But I do love it so. I love everything about it. The taste of course--the rich dark flavor you can only get in France-- and the foamy steamed milk of a cafe au lait that sticks to my upper lip. But not just that. I love the cups and the saucers and the tiny spoons. The sugar cubes and the sugar sticks.
Not these, so much,
Although I do like the brand name Daddy. Daddy sugar. That's funny. Not sugar daddy. (Maybe I'm just easily amused.)
I loved ones more artfully done. Like these.
Did you know that in France, people frequently collect the sugar wrappers? I found a great site for you, here. Hop over for a sec and take a look at the collections.
Wasn't that amazing?
I collected wrappers for a short while when we lived there (which was a brilliant excuse for more trips to the cafe) until one day Todd asked me if I had gone bonkers with all these papers cluttering up the drawers. Didn't I know that mice also love sugar laced paper?
This awakened a fear I'd had since a child, when my mother told me about when she was a little girl and found a nest of baby mice in a dresser drawer.
I gathered up all my wrappers, put them in our little bitty French trash can, and became fascinated with sugar bowls instead. I love the French sugar domes. Like this plain one here.
And then one day I found it: a sugar dome that made my joy complete. A French company named Pylones made it, along with a whole slew of the most fun utensils I've ever seen. I'd never been so thrilled to examine a dustpan. Seriously. Take a look at their company website, here. I think it's the most beautiful product website I've ever seen. (Play around on it when you have time and you'll see what I mean.)
Anyway, I coveted this sugar bowl for weeks, until my beautiful husband, worn down by all my hinting, bought it for my birthday. Here it is.
Isn't she so cute? Since we're American again, she holds Splenda.
Still, I wish I had some of these.
I've got to get some coffee now. Like Johann Sebastian Bach once said, "Bring me a bowl of coffee before I turn into a goat."