It’s the room where all of life seems to meet—meals, memories, quiet mornings, and conversations that linger a little longer and leave a lasting impact. And somehow, Coca-Cola has always felt like part of that slow summer rhythm—ice clinking in a glass, bottle caps popping open on a porch, the taste of something familiar on a hot afternoon.
Some kitchens are filled not just with food but with treasures: heirlooms, collections, and little pieces of history tucked into everyday life. This summer, I’m sharing a story close to my heart—a conversation with my dear college friend, Trisha, about her collection of Coca-Cola tins and trays. A collection built over the years, gathered from vintage markets, family keepsakes, and childhood kitchens where Coca-Cola wasn’t just a drink—it was part of the story.
I hope it stirs up some summer memories of your own.
