Рецепт Oma’s Clean Eating Holiday Spiced Coffee

This post created in collaboration with The Folger Coffee All opinions and stories are my Growing up as a child, my grandmother’s kitchen was always a safe haven. It was a place of comfort, laughter and too many wonderful memories to One thing I remember most about mornings in Oma’s kitchen was the smell of brewing coffee. I remember our mornings together sitting at her tiny breakfast table in the breakfast nook of her kitchen. The aroma of coffee wafting up into my nose as we waited for coffee to brew and our toast to pop up so we could spread brie cheese on it (We are German. Bread and cheese for breakfast was a Over breakfast, I often heard all the wartime stories about how little they had during that time…