Cappuccinos.
Homemade Cappuccinos.
Well, I suppose the way my mother made them they were more like mochas. She always put extra sugar and chocolate syrup in for us little kids.
I would feel so grown up on Sunday mornings as I sipped my espresso beverage from my tiny mug that matched my Mother’s tea set.
I learned to count to twenty those Sunday mornings while one of my parents ground the coffee beans for the cappuccinos.
It was as much a part of our routine as church services.
Though admittedly a tastier one.
Now that I’m old enough to make my own, I always get a warm feeling inside recalling how this love bordering on an unhealthy addiction started.
I can’t wait to have my own kids so that I can continue this ritual of the Cappuccino with them.
Including the tiny mugs.
🙂
What childhood memories have come to define your life, and how you will or do raise your kids?
Small Things 