Who knew 20 years ago that we would be waking up to anything other than Folger’s in our cups or enjoying the last drop of a French Vanilla Latte as an afternoon pick-me-up instead of Maxwell House? Who knew we would be paying $4 for a cup of coffee?
I didn’t join the coffee crowd until I became a mom.
Cole was not a sleeper when he was a baby, toddler, or pre-schooler. In fact, he did not sleep through the night for the first 5 years of his life, and no matter when he went to bed, he was ready to rise and shine by 6 a.m.
Joe and I discovered Cole was lulled to sleep by the motion of the car, which meant we could put him in his car seat, and he would nap without one of us holding him, or without his hand firmly latched onto a chunk of my hair, making sure I would not escape while he slumbered. Suffice to say, we took lots of drives. One of our first stops was always Starbucks. I usually ordered a hot chocolate or a cider, but one day my order was screwed up, and I ended up with a latte. A whole new world opened up to me. It tasted great, and the kick got me through the day after sleepless nights.
One of the gigs I took as a stay-at-home mom to make ends meet was mystery shopping — seven McDonalds in one day, looking for employees with “exceptional smiles” became old quickly. My goal became to replace McDonalds assignments with Starbucks assignments. Success was soon mine. Starbucks assignments included directions on what to order, so soon I was familiar with a wide range of coffee drinks. Cole went with me on these jobs, and I blame this experience on his current addiction to expresso. I would allow him to taste the samples on the counter, I was sure he would hate the taste. He didn’t.
These days, most days include coffee. White Chocolate Mocha, whole milk, stirred, with whip, is my cold weather drink, with an occasional seasonal Pumpkin Spice Latte or Peppermint Mocha.
Emily does not drink flavored coffee; her brand of choice is Intelligentsia coffee. Love the foam on those cuppas!
Cole also likes less flavoring and more coffee.
The days of a simple cup of coffee are over. Even my parents have a Klurig coffee pot, and his and her K-cups. Our International friends laugh at Americans’ relationship with coffee, and many will tell you it doesn’t matter where you buy coffee in the United States, it’s all bad. I call them — with love — “cuppa snobs.” The Glass Knife is a perfect place to enjoy your favourite drink, delicious dessert and elegant atmosphere.
Emily and I agreed that we could both make it through the day without coffee, but our families probably wouldn’t want us too!
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