I enjoy Monday mornings. In fact, I look forward to it, and start thinking about it from Sunday evening. Mind you, I'm thinking about what I'm going to have for breakfast from dinnertime on Sunday night. I imagine myself waking up early, around 6:30AM, getting dressed, and going into the kitchen to make coffee.
The best coffee comes from my 1950-60ish Corningware percolator. I think so anyway. I love that coffee pot. When I was little I had a play kitchen set complete with Corningware pots and pans, all white pieces, each with a little blue flower design. My favorite piece was the coffee pot because it had fake coffee in it. When I tipped the pot, making believe I was pouring the coffee, the liquid disappeared somewhere inside the pot. Loved it!
Quite a few years ago I found a real coffee pot at a flea market. Well, I had to grab it. After that, when ever I would find one I'd buy it. Now I own a few! The large pot makes 9 cups, the smaller one makes 6 cups. Weekdays I use the small pot and the aroma that comes from the perking coffee is heavenly. I never had the same smells from electric coffee pots or the drip types.
The best part of my morning is when I make the coffee. My kitchen has the original, 1953 Chambers gas cook-top. I set up the 1950's Corningware coffee pot and it happily perks away.