I just returned from getting a caramel latte. What is exciting about
ordering lattes in Colorado, is that Colorado can rarely handle fancy coffee
orders. Even at a coffee shop. So. Today's adventure was at a
coffee cart on campus. Two baristas were working and when I ordered a
caramel latte, they both said, "Whoo!" Like I was being fancy or
something. That was my first clue that this was going to be an
interesting order.
They huddled together trying to
figure out the recipe. It seems there are recipe cards for these crazy
fancy drinks. Then one of them came over to let me know that a caramel
latte had espresso, milk, and caramel. I smiled and said that sounded
great. I think she was warning me that this was not going to be a cup of
coffee. She then tried to ring up my order while the other was still
puzzling over how to put this monstrosity together. Instead of being
charged for a caramel latte, I got charged for a cup of coffee with a
"flavor" added.
A few more minutes pass with whispered
conversation about whether or not to stir the caramel or to make it in
"layers." They decided on layers and proudly gave me a big cup of what
looked like a latte. The creator warned me that it hadn't been stirred
(the other chirped in that it was cheaper to order it this way, since it
wasn't stirred). I was assured that once the drink "settled down" that
it would taste great! I appreciate the warning, because I find rowdy
coffee to be a problem. They took turns wishing me luck (!) and to have a
good day. And this is why I adore going to the coffee carts on campus,
because it's an adventure into the wilds of latte-making.
An Erinku:
it's still
too hot
to drink
I can't wait
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