"Black as the devil,
hot as hell,
pure as an angel,
sweet as love."
-- Charles Maurice de Tallyrand
(speaking of the perfect cup of coffee)
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| Self portrait with Sam at Starbucks 3-2-14 (aka "triple decaf espresso with a venti non-fat 4-pump caramel latte") |
"Picking our go-to Starbucks drink has become a new American rite of passage,
and whether you're a grande hazelnut macchiato or an iced venti soy pumpkin spice latte,
your drink has become part of your personality, a product of dozens of cardboard cups'
worth of searching for the coffee you salivate for, Pavlov's dog-style,
whenever you smell fresh ground beans."
-- "What Does Your Starbucks Order Say About You?", Huffington Post
My son Sam buzzed home for a quick visit this weekend.
Whenever he does that, he likes to go grab a quick coffee together at Starbucks.
So I put on a pair of wraparound shades to hide my Quasimodo eye, and we went.
We talked. We drank coffee.
It was good.
