Tall, Grande, or Venti, Dark and Smooth… delish!
I love coffee…I mean I love it just as much as I love wine and that says a lot... Wine is another story.
I love the smell of coffee brewing, it brings to mind a time when I was little girl and would visit my grandmother in Mexico. I remember my grandmother making coffee and all of our family sitting in the kitchen having sweet bread and grandmother making homemade tortillas. It was not unusual for us kids to be drinking coffee right along with the adults. The question becomes, why in the world were we drinking coffee at the age of 5? I must ask my grandmother. Café con leche… that is how I like my coffee, strong with cream and stevia.
Now don’t get all up in arms when I say one of my favorite coffee shops is Starbucks. I can’t help it. I like the taste of the coffee from Starbucks and trust me I have gone to locally owned coffee shops but I always go back to Starbucks. My favorite time of year is when the red cups come out. I don’t know if it’s because I love the holiday season but those red cups make me happy! Just thinking the red cups are coming out soon makes me feel giddy…. Or maybe it’s the venti cup of coffee I just drank.
My daily routine is grabbing my Starbucks on my way to work. Here are few things I love about going to get my Starbucks aside from the delicious coffee. I have 3 Starbucks locations that I go to depending on where I am going. The baristas at all three locations have gotten to know me and they know what I drink. They even recognize me when I go through the drive thru. It makes me feel good to know that “my” barista has taken the time to get to know me and ask questions about my life. Sometimes I go there twice a day depending on the day I am having. It’s a place to people watch so many stories happening, so many lives made a little happier with a great cup of coffee. I have run into friends, met new friends, got a date, and been on a date…the writing possibilities are endless.
Taking my first sip of coffee in the morning I close my eyes and can see all my family in my grandmother’s kitchen passing sweet bread, talking over each other and my grandmother making her delicious tortillas and kids running everywhere. My grandmother still lives in her house in Monterrey, México. Family, memories, childhood, these are the things that shape us… treasure the good times.