I have spent the last 15 minutes trying to get a good photo of myself holding a cup of coffee, using my cell phone camera, which for some reason, has a fuzzy film on it I couldn't get off. I then made it worse by scratching at it, although for a minute it did make it a little less fuzzy.... but that moment was short lived.
Upon realizing that 15 minutes had gone by and I had no good pictures to show you, I decided it was so funny I'd just upload the ridiculous and fuzzy pictures I took. And then I just realized that, because I had to get a new phone last week (my old one broke), I don't have this one set up to send my pictures to my email, and I don't have the converter that makes your small memory card fit into the memory card slot on the computer.
Sigh.
All I wanted to do was show you my favorite cup of coffee ever. Wait, this is a blog, right? And, while I know that a picture is worth a 1000 words, I should be able to paint you a word picture.....we'll, I'll try.
It's the season I wait for all year long. It brings me joy, puts me in a good mood no matter what else is going on in my life, and, I think, is God's personal gift to me, Beth. I love the decorations each year, the sweet and spicy aromas that waft my way, the warm, fuzzy feeling I get.
I am, of course, talking about the Gingerbread Latte season at Starbucks. You knew that, right?
I kid you not. With a Gingerbread Latte in hand, nothing can stop me. I'm unflappable, un-phaseable, un-depressable. I hoard (not an exaggeration) any gift cards given to me the rest of the year and never spend any money at Starbucks until sometime in November, when the signs switch from orange and brown with the words Pumpkin Spice to elaborate drawings of coffee cups topped with whipped cream and the words Holiday Favorites are written in golds and reds. I then go through those gift cards at what might seem an excessive rate, but really isn't, as I know I want to make them last until the new year.
A student brought me my first Gingerbread Latte of the season the week they came out, not long ago. In the middle of a meeting, I glanced up and saw out the window that she was standing there, latte in hand. No words of explanation needed, I quickly and quietly left the room, thanked her profusely, and almost reverantly sipped my first delicious sip. Contentment.
I've postponed writing about it, because I've wanted to find the perfect day and have the perfect photo to accompany my post, but today I decided that you, my friends, need to know that I am happy.
This morning I went in for a Venti (a big splurge - but it's the last day of school before Thanksgiving Break), and the card scanner would not read my giftcard. She tried three times. I offered to let her try another card. Instead, like an angel or a Christmas elf, she replied, "Oh, it's fine. Just enjoy."
The barista then read the label on the cup wrong and made a Creme Brulee Latte (cbl) instead of a Gingerbread Latte (gbl). Taking an extra minute, she made me a new latte and put it in the cutest Christmas cup ever.
Whether it's the fact that it's Friday and it's the day before a break, the fact that the coffee was free, or the fact that she made it extra special, this Gingerbread Latte is without a doubt ...
... the best cup of coffee ever.
May your day be merry!
Disclaimer: I know I'm a little out of control. Like me anyway. I do think God gave me the Gingerbread Latte as a gift, but the season I love more than the GBL is, truly, Christmas. More to come on that after Thanksgiving.
