So I realized on the way to the office this morning that we are out of coffee. I had a lot to do to get us ready for our first Weekly Meeting this week and so I knew I was going to need the Great Black Fuel. Feeling the weight of a lack of a Cup of Glory, I devised a plan: I was going to Starbucks and nothing was stopping me.
I took Gillian's order, jumped in the Aveo and headed down to Fisher Hallman and Ottawa, my location. I was focused, I was determined, I was uncaffinated. I often forget what Gillian wants so I kept repeating 'tall, nonfat latte... tall, nonfat, latte...' to be sure I would deliver what I promised. I looked up at the barista and was about to repeat the recorded phrase when I noticed something. I was looking for the listing of the coffee blends, so I may select my delicacy. Above the listings of Pike Place and Sumatra, something was written, in wonderfully expressive chalk. Pumpkin. Spice. Latte.
Now I'm not a latte man... I like the occasional one, but in general I'm prone to default to my standard 'grande bold'. However, to me Pumpkin Spice Lattes aren't a drink. They are Flavour Incarnate, Pumpkin Pie in a Cup. Their arrival is like a religious holiday, the Feast of the Cinnamon and Cream Combination. Needless to say, I order a Grande (and Gillian's drink) and drove back to the office a delighted and triumphant man.
So here's your Wednesday Hump Day question: What do you long for all year round, food-wise? What is your Pumpkin Spice Latte?
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