I am not a coffee drinker. Even in college, I didn't use coffee to wake up in the morning or to stay awake at night. I never developed the taste for black coffee, and my dad is a coffee purist. No cream, no sugar. And he makes it strong. As the Starbucks phenomenon grew, and a friend of mine worked there, I would get the occasional Frappuccino® . I know that's not real coffee, but I love milkshakes, and a Frappuccino® is like a milkshake, but with more artificial flavors. This magical drink helped me to realize that, while I don't like black coffee, coffee as a flavoring with something sweet can be pretty good. So began a flirtation with desserts such as tiramisu and rich molten chocolate mocha cakes.
Fast forward to last January. I was working as a "Mac Genius" (real title) for the company formerly known as Apple Computer, Inc. A co-worker had me try the Cinnamon Dolce Latte from the Barnes and Noble Cafe (serving Starbucks brand coffee). Ahh. Transcendence. I don't know what it is, but I love it. And now it's back. Let me tell you, I don't need the calories or the fat. But it doesn't work in low or non-fat versions, and it doesn't work with the sugar-free syrup. I can't wait till it's gone. But I will miss it. It's kind of like liquid crack * (which is what we called it at the Apple Store). Go pick one up. You'll be glad you did. And you'll hate me for suggesting it. Oh, and don't get the Cinnamon Dolce Frappuccino®. The cold icy thing doesn't go with the Cinnamon Dolce thing.
In other related news, my body can't handle the caffeine of a 'bucks venti C.D. Latte with nothing else in my stomach, so I'm kind of jittery and can't focus right now. I love Thursday mornings.
* I realize that this statement minimizes the terror of the drug problems in our country, but I wanted something strongly worded, and I also like disclaiming things every so often.