I do not drink coffee.
Yes. I did used to be a barista, thanks for remembering that. Yes, I did drink a lot of coffee stuffs when I was a barista… but not coffee.
That’s right. You read me right. I didn’t even drink coffee then. And why would I when I could drink espresso? I may try a sip of a friend’s coffee from time to time just to confirm my belief that coffee is not the drink for me, but I am not a coffee drinker.
Will I have a mocha from time to time? Mmhmmm. You bet I will.
But I haven’t been a coffee drinker since I was in high school working in the theater program and the techs that worked at the local theater taught me to drink my coffee with ice cream in it.
Yes. With ice cream. All melty and good and sweet. It occurred to me at that moment that if I had to put ice cream in something to consume it then it was probably something I did not need.
If you used to read this blog way back in the day, you may be aware that I used to have something of a Cherry Coke habit. Yes. Cherry Coke. That bubbly sweet soda. But that’s not good for me. It’s not good for you either. It took me forever to kick the cola devil and I didn’t want to sit around drinking just water all the time.
Don’t get me wrong… I love water. Water is good on a multitude of levels. It’s good to drink, it falls from the sky, freezes to snow, fills our rivers, waters our plants and makes swimming pools possible. Also, it’s a huge comfort when upset to fill the tub with hot water and soak in it until it drops below the temperature of your body and you can watch goosebumps form on your skin as your fingers and toes are wrinkled like prunes.
But that doesn’t mean I want to drink it all the time.
So I started drinking tea again. Iced tea to be precise. And now I find that tea time is anytime. At least during the Summer. But as the Summer starts to draw to a close and kids prepare to head back to school, stores start to stock Halloween items and prepare for Thanksgiving I am all too aware that soon my iced tea options will begin to run dry. My order of ice tea will soon be met with blank stares and quiet apologies… sigh.
Oh iced tea. I’ll miss you come winter. Except, you know, that I make you at home all the time.