I LOVE the little coffee shop here in town. A friend of mine owns it. And I can walk in there on any given day and say, "Surprise me," and she will come up with the perfect iced coffee concotion to fit my mood. It's in a beautiful location, too. When you sit in the dining area, you can look out a big sliding glass window and watch all kinds of birds, squirrels, and even the occasional turtle. It's peaceful. It's heaven. But I can't get a caramel Frappacino there.
I remember the first time I tried one, I was out in San Diego and my Aunt ordered one. I knew as soon as I saw all the whipped cream and caramel goodness that I was going to be hooked. I tried other things to curb my love for the frothy coffee drink, but nothing was right. Even a peppermint patty (which are my favorite candy) flavored coffee from my friend couldn't satiate my need. And I used to have to go all the way to Minneapolis to get my fix.
Then, last month a Starbucks opened up just a half an our away in semi-civilization. I almost wept with joy! But I haven't been there when it is open. Until today.
Today I was in semi-civ all by myself! No kids begging to look at toys! No husband begging me to get out of the book section! I had to get my eyes checked, and since today is the parade, I got the earliest appointment I could. And I knew. I knew my wait would be over. It has been almost three years since my last (real) caramel frappacino. I don't count those ones you can get at the gas station.
When I was done with my eye doctor appointment, I got in my car and sped over to the drive through Starbucks. I victoriously ordered a caramel frappacino. To hell with the diet!
And as the kind worker handed me that fantastic piece of goodness, the heavens opened up and choirs of angels sang "Hallelujah! The craving has been fulfilled! Amen!"
I took my first sip and I almost wept. It was blissfully perfect. And I am in love. I picture myself running through a grassy meadow, that sappy love song playing in the background, twirling around and taking another sip of my delicious caramel frappacino. It was fantastic.
Well, OK, so I'm not THAT odd. But it was nice to finally have a craving go away.
Off to the parade!
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4 comments:
Yes, Mr. Fab. The yumminess and I shall make beautiful love music together! lol
Becki-you are lucky that yours stays open so late! The one in Semi-civ closes at 5.
Stacy--don't have any pictures of the parade. Sorry!
I'm drooling just thinking about one! I'm going to have to make a Starbucks run tomorrow!
I like the atmosphere in Starbucks (plushy chairs, etc.) but the coffee is WAY too strong for me. Even just the wimpy "Americano". I'll go there if there are no other options, but I wish they'd just take it down a notch! :D
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I have a bit of a Starbucks thing too - but luckily we don't have one local (I say luckily because it'd be really bad for my budget and waistline!). It's not so much a coffee shop as it is somewhere to get coffee-flavoured "dessert" though :p
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