i take my coffee black. full throttle, no sissy stir-ins.
however........for the past few Christmases, i have developed a frightening habit........i drink it with cream. CREAM! and that's not all.......
i am becoming addicted. ad. dict. ed. (there. i said it.)
as with most addictions, i started small. one little drop of nestle's coffee-mate at a friend's Christmas party. two little drops at the next party. ten by Christmas Eve.
i am now up to "i'll have a little coffee with my cream, please." (there. i said it.)
yesterday, i ordered a peppermint mocha at starbucks (a place i usually avoid, but when you need a drink, you need a drink). i at least had the good sense to order the "skinny" version. i'm not that far gone.
but i'm on my way. i know the signs. a furtive glance to my left and my right before i snatch the caramel macchiato from the dairy case. telling the clerk at speedway that the "chocolate cupcake" (i am not making that up......go to a speedway and see for yourself!) cappuccino is "just a black coffee."
"accidentally" spilling half the bottle into the cup.
i have a good friend - linda. and linda likes to drink bailey's irish cream in her coffee. but. only. at. Christmas.
yeah, right, linda.
