Breakfast. The most important meal of the day.
Joe brought me a present from his beautiful wife and my sweet sister-in-law (aka: Robin – sister of my heart) when we met in Springfield a few weeks ago. She made me some perfectly earthy cinnamon and all the spices of autumn-seasoned pumpkin butter, beautifully presented in a prismed jar. She also sent some of her delicately tangy and ambrosial apple-pear jam.
Breakfast. The most scrumptious meal of the day.
I brought them home and showed them off under the pretense of sharing, but I hide them in the refrigerator, moving them frequently, so that on early, dark mornings I can toast some thick slices of multi-grain bread and have one of each: apple-pear jam and pumpkin butter (with real butter, of course…does that go without saying?). And my black coffee. My very dark, very strong black coffee.
Black coffee.
In my soul, I am Julie London and this is how I sing about black coffee (and anything I am really into). Yeah. That’s right, I am this passionate about black coffee.
A good start to my morning…Jeanie
NOTE TO SELF: Call Robin because I am almost out of my delicate, almost-floral bread spreads.
Tags: autumn, coffee, food, jam, julie london, pumpkin butter, robin moslander
Sounds wonderful! I think I shall have some black coffee(with cream and a teaspoon of sugar.) Not quite ready for black yet.
You are so funny, Jeanie. That was my first pumpkin butter ever and I thought it was “not so good.” I sent it with Joe and told him to tell you all that if you didn’t like it, just throw it away. Glad to know you enjoyed it.
L O V E it, Robin! Sooooo delicious!!
Yes to breakfast! And yes to Robin’s homemade sweets!!!
Aunt Jeanie… this blog makes me miss your records and our late evening pots of coffee
Mom.. you can send me some sweet things if you’d like 