Lent trap- March 12, 2011
Every morning of my young life I would smell freshly brewed coffee wafting from our kitchen. My parents’ bathrobes always smelled like it. Like most children I thought it tasted bad. I guess I was about 15 when all that changed. I fell, and fell hard.
Coffee is my drug of choice.
Oh, I dabbled in Diet Coke in my high school years. But, the high just wasn’t the same. The warmth, the richness. I could dress it up however I liked. Cream? Sugar? Yes, please. It was the late ’90’s and coffee houses were springing up all over the suburban landscape and they became my legal crack houses I was there to oblige those establishments.
Later on, one place was always there to fuel my addiction. I mean, they were pushing the good stuff. They got it from Colombia and Guatemala! You know the place. It’s in every mall and on every street corner.
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| The old logo. They debuted the new one this week. Oh that wily lady! How she beckons me! |
Greyson and I were driving on the New Jersey turnpike as we headed up to Connecticut for Thanksgiving a few years ago. I would look at the gas gauge and beg him to keep going. “It’s only 13 miles until the next gas station/rest stop and they have a Starbucks! Please?! We’ll make it!” We would coast on fumes to get there. He’s an enabler.
I utilized my one-to-two-cups-of-caffeine-a-day during pregnancy, make no mistake. Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation that comes with a new baby, but I’ve really enjoyed the coffee lately. Every winter the ingenious marketers at Starbucks push their Cinnamon Dolce Latte. I must have it. I’m breaking out into a sweat just typing about this delicious drink. This brings me to the point of this post.
I’ve given up Starbucks lattes for Lent. I got my last fix this Fat Tuesday.
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| There’s the new logo. |
Okay, this was from Thursday, but it’s just a regular drip coffee, not a latte. Apparently that’s still cheating because right after I snapped that pic, the heavens knocked my cup off the dash.
I guess Jesus wants me to forsake all Starbucks until Easter. May God have mercy on my less-caffeinated soul.
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I was in Starbucks this past Sunday and I looked at the side of my cup and said WHOA out loud. I had heard about the logo changes but seeing it took me by surprise. Good luck on your S*bucks break–hopefully it doesn't affect your sense of humor because the title of this post is so clever!