Coffee and words. I have been starting my day with this potent combination since my sophomore year in college when I began drinking coffee on a regular basis. There’s just something uplifting about sipping a rich, smoky brew with a touch of cream while writing either journal entries by hand or blogging about new dishes or writing poetry on my other blog. Thinking back on the debacle of months past, I’m seriously starting to wonder why I ever took that doctor’s advice and gave up on coffee and nearly gave up on writing. Tsk tsk…
On days when I’m feeling indulgent, I’ll throw a croissant into the equation. There is just something about biting into that crisp, flaky, buttery crust that makes my brain perk up on even the darkest of days. Delifrance‘s croissants – authentic stick-straight croissants au beurre as opposed to the more common crescent-curved croissants ordinaire – are perfect for mornings when I still have an hour or so to kill before the start of my workday. It’s the sort of croissant you don’t just munch into willy-nilly; it demands to be eaten with a knife and fork. One ought to cut one flaky bite after another, smearing it with more butter (Is there such a thing as too much butter on a warm, buttery croissant? Of course not!) and a dab or so of d’Arbo‘s tart, jelly-like strawberry jam.
Sometimes, as in the snapshot above, I’ll have an omelet filled with mushrooms and wilted spinach for the extra vitamins and iron. It’s what I need to face a potentially gruelling day.
I sip my coffee, nibble my croissant, and scribble a few lines. I take stock of my life and watch Makati’s corporate denizens rushing out the shop window. Sated, I smile and head on out, becoming one with the mad rush to work.