Lovin' that Latte

Starbucks is my coffee house of choice. I love coffee! Could happily drink it all day, I don't because it hard to get anything done if you can't peel yourself from the ceiling. But I love it.

I visit Starbucks once a day. Every day. On my day of pain (Wednesday) twice a day. It is a reward for facing the day of pain. I only face it, I don't make the best of it. And I let everyone around me know it is a day of pain and it is only with the crutch of two lattes, that I do as much as I do on this day. I am humble that way.

One Venti Non-fat Double Cup latte. Every day. It even looks beautiful in type.

For a while, I made them at home in an effort to conserve money. After plunking down a boatload of cash for a lovely espresso maker, which I justified by remembering how much I would be saving. Down the road, of course, since I was already in the hole with the purchase of the machine. Add in coffee. Add in the little metal pitcher to steam the milk. Add in the lovely cup that said "Latte" on the side. This was some serious hole.

The best laid plans and all that. It took friggin' forever to learn how to work the machine. Plus, the machine got hot, very hot, Africa hot, and I spent a lot of time getting bandaged for burns. Steam burns, hot milk burns, hot water burns, I invested in cartoon band-aids to brighten up my hands. I had the whole line up of Cartoon Network on one hand alone.

Then factor in the dish washing time, the readying of the machine time, the cleaning of the machine afterward time, the grinding of the coffee beans time, medical time, cursing time, it was like, forever, to get a coffee. So not worth it.

Moved machine to the garage and trotted back to Starbucks.

This is one of the best things about getting old. The ability to recognize your limitations. Starbucks makes great coffee and I do not. Starbucks wants me to drink great coffee and I want to. It is a true marriage. One of love and respect. Born out of the love for coffee.

And the love of not having second degree burns every day. Sweet!