I have this sort of Friday night ritual. Every evening when the sun is setting and the sky is growing dark Mike, a few friends, and I make our way over to one of my favorite places on earth. A place where I can always grab a little piece of caffeinated heaven. Starbucks.
Time for my summer favorites to be retired until the warm sunshine returns. No more Non-Fat Iced Caramel Macchiatos, or Shaken Black Chi Iced Teas. Its autumn now, and my dear sweet friend, my love is back!
Hello my sweet cinnamon pal, my autumn companion, my cup of hot, frothy October. Your presence is a promise of fall, your steam whispers sweaters, crunching leaves, and crisp cool air. You are 16 ounces of liquid pie. And even though you are small, you bring so much joy and happiness to all who meet you.
I am sorry I tried to replace you with the powdered coffee creamer impostor. True, he is more financially savvy than you. And he is willing to live in the midst of harsh conditions on the door of my fridge: the constant opening and closing; the blinking lights; the leftovers inches away. Although he is always available to me, standing tall between the ketchup and the Italian dressing…he is not you.
I love you, Pumpkin Spice Latte. Welcome back.
I love you, Pumpkin Spice Latte. Welcome back.
5 comments:
So beautifully spoken. I happen to feel the same way. Surely this caffinated concoction is a gift from heaven!
*drool*
I just had one this morning. Enjoyed it to the fullest...but I have to say...I still miss the Dunkin Donuts version...along with their pumpkin muffins...sniff sniff.
YAY for fall!
Hahah, I wrote a pumpkin spice latte post over at my blog too. I actually learned how to make them at home in my blender. I'm going to post the recipe soon. Its not quite the same though, as actually getting out of the house, but, ya know.
Well written, lady.
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