As regular readers will recall, I decided in a moment of nearly incapacitating insanity to give up mochas for Lent.
So, it has been 8 days now, and I have both remembered the dispensation for Sundays, complete with a visual memory of Ruby with what must have been a giant bottle of Pepsi back in our high school days, and gotten back on the horse promptly the next day. And, no, I did not consume two liters of mocha on Sunday. And yes, it tasted really good. And yes, I do believe it had mood-altering effects, although I’m not sure it was responsible for my sermon being, as my music director put it, "a home run."
But in the meantime, on the weekdays, I have been seeking the appropriate coffee substitutes, because Songbird runs on coffee of whatever kind. I’ve been measuring half-and-half into my little Oxo measuring cup. I can live with 2 tablespoons in a cup of coffee and feel pretty darned satisfied (1 point, in case you’re counting). But the beauty of the mocha, or any latte, is that in the nonfat milk form it helps fulfill the daily requirement for milk or other dairy that is part of the Weight Watchers program, and it’s really pushing it to count half-and-half in place of your lowfat or nonfat dairy products.
So I returned to my favorite coffee purveyor and amazingly found a new drink I like, although it’s not quite the same as the "Grande Nonfat, No-Whip Mocha," the order that spools off the tongue so musically. In the Star$$ the other day with Pure Luck, I ordered my new drink.
"May I please have a Tall Skinny Vanilla Latte?"
It was as if I were hearing it for the first time. I turned to Pure Luck and said, "Yes, it’s a Straight White Girl’s drink."
Sigh. I somehow feel I’m capitulating to the patriarchy, but I couldn’t exactly say why.