17 May 07 Coffee

I’ve never been much of a coffee drinker.  In fact, as a young pup, I would often sing a little song that went something like . . .

C  - O - F - F - E - E

coffee is not for me

it’s the drink that people wake up with

and it makes them nervous is no myth

slaves to a coffee cup

they can’t give coffee up. 

Needless to say the marketing department at Starbucks has not made any offers for me to write jingles.

Between the age of 0 and 35 I probably had two sips of coffee.  I remember one time I had to sip the stuff because we were in one of those situations that manners and protocol dictated compliance.  They set a plate of cookies out with the coffee and I’m sure I ate every single one.

My first coffee drink from Starbucks had milk, whipped cream, raspberry syrup, chocolate chips and I think some coffee.  To show my macho side I had them serve it to me in a dirty glass!  For some reason Beth would always tease me about my drink choice, go figure.  Soon I discovered the Mocha, the Latte and the Frappuccino (caramel is my favorite).

This week I discovered the Iced Caramel Macchiato and wow!  After a 96 ounce cup of this nectar of the gods I’m typing 500 words a minute, reorganizing my entire library,  found a cure for baldness all at the same time while composing a Broadway musical.

Any Starbucks fans out there?  What’s the deal?  Is it the ease?  The convenience?  The feeling that I’m on vacation?  Is there some secret ingredient in the caramel that hooks you and keeps you coming back?