Three french hens roosters

My kitchen has a vaguely French country look to the colors - butter yellow walls, white trim, blue and yellow plaid curtains - and when I saw a set of glass canisters in a deep blue with silver roosters on the lids, they had to come home with me.  Limited counter space meant some creative rearranging needed to be done, but in the end, they perched on the island alongside the coffeemaker.

From largest to smallest, they contain regular coffee (currently two pounds of Dunkin' Donuts original blend), Folger's decaf (which I think I will regret once I try it; I like Aldi's decaf, but forgot to pick it up in the great provisioning run, so grabbed the Folger's at the other grocery) and a specialty coffee called "cinnamon roll".

What, you thought they were for flour, sugar and brown sugar?  Caffeine is more my drug of choice than sugar, and I make coffee much more often than I bake.

For all that the stopper is plastic and kind of cheap looking, the rooster has wormed his way into my heart.

If I ever manage to work the auto-start on the coffee maker correctly (with both coffee in the basket and the carafe fully inserted onto the hotplate), I can truthfully say these roosters are part of my morning wake up call.