Good morning! Welcome to #WeekendCoffeeShare, thank you for joining me on this beautiful cool spring morning.

Here are the highlight of the week – cold brew coffee and French toast. What can I say? Living with my mother, I savor whatever pleasure I can get out of my days – no matter how small.

Mom suddenly had a craving for French toast last weekend but didn’t liked the bread she bought. “It wasn’t the right shape.” She said. She wanted thick slices of bread in a perfect square. Unfortunately, the grocery store’s Brioche bread was all sold out. In my opinion, Brioche makes the best French toast, especially if you let it sit for a day or so before making it, let it dry out so it soaks in all the yummy liquid.

We ended up buying a loaf of French bread. Except Wednesday and Friday, I had French Toast for breakfast all week. The bread wasn’t bad at all. I made mom a plate of French Toast but the way she critiqued it, any professional chef would’ve quit on the spot. Of course she didn’t like it. She never liked anything I do or make. Food is no exception.

I guess all that matters is I like it.

I went to the office early on Wednesday after another restless night. I don’t know why but I’m having trouble sleeping lately. Dreams of me getting lost plagued me night after night. Why am I lost? It’s like I’m spending night after night trying to find my way out of familiar yet unknown places. What does it mean?

Anyway, I was so tired and in need of something strong. So I tried the Vanilla cream cold brew from Starbucks. It was my first time to try cold brew coffee. The taste is certainly different. Even with the sugar added, I could still taste the bitter note of the coffee. It’s not a bad kind of bitter, it actually tasted like I’m drinking a cup of bitter sweet chocolate. I like it.

Though spring was delayed this year, all my plants have officially woken up from their winter slumber, even my summer and fall flowers are awake and they aren’t supposed to wake up for another month. This is nepeta – a lovely groundcover I’ve had since Fall of 2021. I got it at a plant sale when it was pot bound and the leaves were fried.

Though my garden is greening up, it’s not without problems. I found out last weekend there’s a crack in the hose splitter but when I tried to remove the hose from the hose splitter, it was stuck despite wrapping a thick layer of plumber’s tape when I installed it.

When my uncle finally got the hose separated, a part of the hose splitter got stuck in there. He told me to go get the exact same hose splitter and just replace the part that’s stuck in the hose. I had no interest of getting the same product because what if it cracked again?

I decided to replace the hose. It’s something I wanted to replace ever since I moved into my current home. Now, I’m excitingly waiting on the arrival of my new fabric hose. It’s supposedly made of Kevlar – the fabric used to make bullet-proof vests – and it’s supposed to be 50% lighter than conventional hoses. Life’s too precious to be lugging a heavy kinky hose around the garden.

Beside the hose, I also need to re-work the drip irrigation for the two new raised beds, the raspberry patch, and I need to hook up irrigation for the two new blackberry bushes I planted yesterday. Mom doesn’t want me to use drip irrigation. She wants me to water everything by hand but that’ll take forever.

Whatever, I’m doing it. It shouldn’t take long.

#weekendcoffeeshare is hosted by Natalie of Natalie the Explorer. I appreciate you stopping by. Until next we chat. 🙂