Don't mess with the classics.
Saturday I went wedding dress shopping with my best friend and Sunday was a quilt class at a near by shop, my mother and aunt attended with me.
Somewhere in between I had a moment of what I can only call- a Foodgasim. A moment of pure appreciation an delight based solely on the consumption of a single beverage:
A Starbucks ‘Tall Non-Fat Latte’. Blended into a velvety blanket of creamy decadence. Steamed foam made to perfection. A dash of cinnamon and nutmeg that I stirred in lovingly and tenderly so as to not break the delicate air pockets in the steamed milk.
There was once a time in my life when starbucks was a sign of civilization. When traveling in Europe, Kyoto, Ueno in Tokyo- I'd drag my traveling partner into starbucks for a hot cup of 'home'. It made me feel terribly American, and Worldy at the same time.
After one sip I was reeling. I wanted to go back into the store and hug the Barista.Then again, I thought that might be going a bit far- after all, I HAD skipped lunch that day. So it may have been that I was just really hungry.
Never the less, I pay tribute here to my latte, as it poses outside my front door with my Pumpkin. Truly, there is perfection in the classics.