Sunday Morning Bliss

This morning I woke up reminiscing about the Sunday mornings I remember from when I was a child. Those days, I used to wake up to the smell of pancakes and coffee from my dad making breakfast. Fortunately, yesterday I made my way to Zabars and purchases, among many other things, their French Italian coffee which was the same coffee I grew up smelling Sunday mornings.

I woke up and immediately pulled out the little espresso maker my dad used to use and attempted to recreate his method of making delicious coffee. I filled the little canister with some water, packed the filter with coffee with put it on the stove to boil. My dad would also heat up some milk so his coffee wouldn’t be cold and so I put some on the stove too.

I think the memory of the smell of the coffee boiling was more prominent in my head than the actual smell of the coffee on the stove. Either way, I poured myself a cup, added the hot milk and sugar and hoped the taste would be exactly as I remembered. When I was a kid, my dad would make some coffee with some toast and he would dip the butter soaked toast into his coffee and let me have a bite. Oh my it was so delicious. Although the coffee was delicious, it wasn’t quite how I remembered. My mom agreed and mentioned she was also never able to replicate my dad’s skills. I guess i’ll just have to keep trying until I get it! And if I could share this story with my dad and tell him I can’t replicate his awesome coffee skills, I know his response would be to proclaim what I have so dearly named my blog, I AM CHABEBE!

Now I want to go back and talk a little more about Zabars. What is Zabars (now that you have clicked the link and already know)? Well, let me tell you. It is, hands down, the best deli/supermarket I have ever been to. When I was a kid and lived in NY, my parents would go to Zabars once a week and pick up all sorts of breads, deli products, coffee, cheese etc. The one product that I absolutely love and purchase in mass quantities every time I go to Zabar’s now is their Imported Hungarian Salami. This stuff is my weakness and it is so amazing I am dedicating this blog to it.

Dear Imported Hungarian Salami, I love you. Sincerely, Natalia

So the moral of the story is, if you ever find yourself close to 80th street and broadway in NYC, stop into Zabar’s and indulge in their amazing selection of food. They always have free sample so even if you don’t want to buy anything you could almost have an entire meal just walking around the store.

Oh, and on a final note…My mom has been cleaning up some old stuff around the house and stumbled upon some of the clothes I wore when I was a kid. Now, everyone who knows me knows that I am a petite person. I was always pretty short but I guess what I didn’t realize was that I haven’t grown much since I was younger. See for yourself

In my defense it seems the dress was a bit oversized 10 years ago. And in case you’re wondering who that is standing next to me, it’s Barbie, hahaha.

I think I am done reminiscing for now. Enjoy!