On the occasions that I make a stop at starbucks, I always get one of 2 things. More like 1 thing now, because the baristas of Killeen have proven incompetent for the most part when it comes to making a pumpkin spice steamer instead of a pumpkin spice latte. So I go for the salted caramel mocha frap. Easy, right? Apparently not.
Don't they have a universal recipe that everyone is supposed to follow for the proper way to make something? I dont want anything extra, I like it the way it comes. So why is it that some days, it is the most delicious thing ever, and other days it is so bitter I cant even think about finishing 1/4 of it much less the whole thing? Then sometimes it is right in the middle...not quite as good as it should be, but good enough I can drink it.
I have noticed the guys usually make it better than the women. Maybe it's because I have boobs, but they don't know that until I make it to the drive thru window. Either way, I got my sbux fix today, and now I am pretty sure I can see noises. I drank every drop of a venti frap, at 5pm no less, and now I am pretty sure I will never sleep again.
I have exhausted Etsy and Foodgawker in the past couple of hours. Hardly blinking, just taking everything in deciding what I just CANT live without, and what foods I want to make. My mom thinks I have gone batshitcrazy but HELLO, I was already there. The coffee just made it more obvious, I think.
If you have gotten this far in the blog, you will realize, it is pretty freakin pointless. Thus the title of "Hailz Rambles". PS, I made some bomb ass pumpkin cupcakes thursday night. I would marry myself if I could, just for my cooking. Speaking of which...this baby NEEDS some damn alfredo, so I shall oblige. Hasta la vista, bitches.
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