Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Second Cup

I’ve come to accept that coffee means something different to me than it does to Tom. That first cup is not just something to drink with breakfast, it’s a way of greeting the morning with a quiet re-entry, a gentle jolt of energy to get me started, and warm companion to keep me company as I get ready. I remember when I was growing up, Mommy used to make a big pot and drink it throughout her day, absent-mindedly leaving behind a trail of cooling, half-sipped mugs as she went about her chores.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Happy to Serve You

In all fairness to Tom, he spends a lot of time in the kitchen washing dishes. His morning ritual consists of tidying vestiges of the day before, including rinsing and wiping dry my orange bunny cup and filling it with steaming coffee. He presents it to me like a warm offering, setting it down on the vanity in the bathroom while I get ready for the day.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Logic

I love Tom. And sometimes his thinking escapes me. Like the other day I was washing dishes and spotted this kitchen sculpture he built at the side of the sink — Ittala glass stacked with a rice cooker pot, crowned with a sieve. When I queried him, his sensible answer was that he needed to get things out of the way and that everything on top of the (expensive) glass was very lightweight.