Since we've moved to Smalltown, New Mexico there have been a few things I've missed.
Starbucks.
Target.
Starbucks.
I do have access to a faux Starbucks- one of those sandwich, fried chicken basket, hot dog, breakfast before 11:00 AM type of places where they serve Starbucks but somewhere between the making and the serving, it loses its Starbucks taste.
Hubs tells me to write Starbucks a letter and tell them that there are people serving their coffee below the Starbucks standard.
I gasped and told him, "NO! Then they will take it away!"
Bad Starbucks is still better than no Starbucks.
However, most mornings I go to a little local coffee shop for my coffee because the faux Starbucks is across town.
Across town is um, 9 miles.
But, I digress.
There is a sweet lady at the local coffee house. She is My New Miriam. She remembers my name every time I drive up and she remembers my coffee. Every time I drive up.
Cafe' Breve.
If you are not acquainted with the Cafe Breve, let me introduce you.
Espresso. Steamed Half and Half.
Meet your arteries.
I am a coffee purist. I like strong coffee with lots of cream. No sugar. No sweetness. Unless it is a mocha ( a real one) from Starbucks. My cream of preference is half and half.
When I learned that I could get half and half steamed. Oh. My. Word.
This morning I wanted a larger coffee and just couldn't bring myself to order a breve. I opted for the latte when a new girl took my order.
As I sat with the SUV idling, My New Miriam peeked her head around with a confused look on her face.
"You're not getting your breve?" she asked, with furrowed brow.
"No. I wanted a large coffee and just couldn't do that to my arteries."
"Oh, but half and half is protein. The breve is much better for you. Just don't mix the sugar in. I drink breve."
You have to understand that My New Miriam looks really fit. Her arms look like she's been lifting 100 pound bags of coffee beans all day, between sips of cafe breve. She has good nutrition or good DNA.
Considering that my DNA is more twisted that the normal double helix, I don't think I'll take the chance on her advice.
If I did, I may have to rename my liquid doughnut, "Cardiologist's Vacation Home."
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Protein...that's the glass half full if ever I heard it.
Starbucks is probably going bankrupt anyway, so don't hold your breath for a new location near you. Or me. Or anywhere. ;)
But all that steam making it light and frothy makes it light and fat free, right?!
I understand her thinking. I can rationalize nearly anything. It's a gift.
Take heart. When we first moved to Armpit, FL, there were NO Starbucks, Targets, or Wal Marts nearby.
Now, ten years later, I can stand just a few miles from my house, and hit each one of them with a rock.
When they were built, my husband quipped, "Now you can unpack."
Txting U 2 say this post made me laugh, as usual. I'll have you know I've been drinking CREAM, whipping CREAM in my coffee lately. OH, it is a joy in life.
soo good to hear of other's addiction to my sweet love, Starbucks....ha....
~krista
http://www.scrapsinbloom.com/blog
Just popped over from your Devo on Internet Cafe. Love your writing style and that you blog about coffee so much. :)
Sorry about the Target/Starbucks famine. I'll keep you in my prayers. That's rough.
Blessings!
Sandy Cooper
www.godpseakstoday.blogspot.com
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