Tuesday, June 8, 2010

My Favorite French Thing

French fries? Good.

French toast? Fine.

French massage? Not really my thing.

French press? To quote my dear high school "sister": O to the M to the G!

Real Gil and I have a deep, satisfying love that is based on Jesus, honesty, romance, hard work, and a healthy dose of caffeine.

Straight from the French Press.

Do you have one yet?

We thought it was some fancy espresso machine, but it was just a cute, little $20 carafe that came so sweetly to our door in bubble wrap and UPS brown. It revolutionized our morning (and afternoon) routine. When I'm being perfectly honest with Jesus, I tell Him that I'm sorry I can't read His Words in the morning without a cup of that nutty, freshly-pressed goodness in my left hand.

[Warning: dumb joke coming] Real Gil even installed an instant hot water spigot just so we didn't have to wait for the teapot to shout at us, Hey, tip me over and pour me out.

I don't know if you suffer from afternoon drowsiness, but that Red Bull isn't the trick. Join the love train, the love-French-Pressed-coffee train. We call it the real "vacation in a cup."


1 comment:

Kim said...

Yes. That is really all I have to say about that. It is why I drag myself out of bed when my son toddles out, guitar in hand, at six o'clock in the morning (and don't say things I would later regret). And, like you, it is also what gets me through the afternoon. Oh, and is there really an instant hot water spigot? I need one of those!