In the South, weekend mornings are lazy... Every Saturday morning growing up (and most Saturdays today),
we spent the entire morning on Mother's (grandmother) back porch...
drinking coffee, gossiping, and just being together...
The coffee served was from Mother's drip pot...
there's truly no other coffee like it...
it's strong with a little sugar added while brewing...
poured in a demitasse,
and served with loving hands...
What do you remember of weekend mornings growing up?
xoxo
c&l