Do you know what’s sexy?
Coffee.
C-o-f-f-e-e.
Let me tell you about its rich brown hue and inviting -tantalizing!- scent of grounded beans that tickle your nostril hairs, teasing your taste buds for moremoremore!
Such seduction.
Such temptation!
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People, I’m addicted.
I wake up for the sole purpose of that first cup.
Although hot coffee is, you know, the norm, I just don’t dig it. Perhaps during teeth chattering weather, but that’s an anomaly around these parts, so hot coffee on a hot day? No thanks.
Oh, but ICED coffee? Please don’t ever take that away from me. It’s part of me every morning and my body turns on me if I don’t give it what it wants–a nice big glass of iced, creamy deliciousness.
It’s becoming a Problem.
It’s not really the kick of energy it provides, but the taste, SOMETHING ABOUT THE TASTE of cold, creamy coffee is addictive. As if it’s made of coffee beans, sugar, and crack. So much so that I’m going to buy decaf along with my normal caffeinated coffee and have the caffeinated one in the morning, as usual, and when I’m needing a second (or third or fourth) cup purely for its taste, I’m going to chug back the decaf.
So I get the drink without the jitter…and my 2 month old isn’t caffeinated via breast milk.
I have a secret though. I’m ridiculously terrible at making coffee with the stupid coffee machine. Maybe it’s the machine–no, it’s DEFINITELY the machine–but it never comes out right. And the few times it does, trying to make it into iced coffee by cooling it and then icing it does not produce the same product.
Then I found these nifty little Starbucks VIA ReadyBrew packets for iced coffee and I yelped in joy in the middle of the isle because the coffee gods were saying “YES, Amira, YES. Go forth and enjoy REAL iced coffee. We love you.”
Those wonderful little packets have 16oz of coffee per packets, which means two cups of coffee but I’m sticking to one a day (so roughly half a packet) to be extra, extra sure it doesn’t get into my breast milk and Manaal has even MORE sleeping issues. So anyway, I use half the packet for one cup.
After filling my cup half way, I drop in some ice cubes. Usually I get Aiman and Manaal settled for the morning and by the time I get back the ice has melted and the water and cup are cold and ready to be coffee-nated!
Out comes that VIA packet! I actually measure about a tablespoon and pour that in and stare at it. It’s beautiful. Once it’s mixed it, the real magic happens WITH CREAMER AND MILK BABY.
A default creamer flavor used to be Hazelnut for me, but I’ve moved on to Cinnamon Vanilla. Sometimes I get all crazy and add sweet condensed milk AND the creamer, and add whipped cream and sprinkles of cinnamon or chocolate shavings on top so that it looks like this fancy little thing:
I like to watch the creamer and milk dance into the dark pool of coffee until they harmoniously become one.
Once my masterpiece is assembled, I admire it for its beauty with a bucket under my face to contain the drool dripping off my chin.
But here’s the thing, everything has to be accurately timed. I mean, who wants to make something as gorgeous as the picture above and then not get a chance to drink it before the cream starts melting or even worse–the coffee warms. SUCH HORROR.
So I don’t start on it until I know the kids will be fine for at least five straight minutes. I’ve cut my assembly time to about a minute and a half to give me at least two minutes to take the first gratifying sip and let it drown my taste buds and eventually, my brain in caffeinated enchantment.
From then on, I lug it around with me while tending to the needy ones until every single ice cube is sucked dry of any traces of coffee on it. It’s my only cup of the day; you bet I’m going to get every iota out of it.
Well, until I start making the decaf so that this ridiculousness doesn’t continue.
It’s hard getting every drop off the ice cubes, y’all.
The only drawback about iced coffee or coffee in general is perfectly summed up in this quote:
truth spoken by Laura from On(the laundry)Line.com
I can’t be the only iced coffee lover out there.
Input? Stories? Comments, questions, concerns?
Spill it! (But not a cup. That would be devastating.)
You. Are speaking my language. My secret to good coffee – the Keurig my husband bought me for my birthday a couple years ago. It’s so much easier and more consistent than those awful pots of coffee I used to make!
Oh the Keurig. It’s one handsome machine…if we’re even on the same side of the US, we should have a cup from this glorious Keurig, maker of wonderful coffee.
I am with you on the coffee issue. Sometimes it is a MUST! Hey love–did you get the book I sent? I mailed it Monday so hopefully if there were no bumps you should have gotten already or will get it Tuesdayish. There’s a follow-up package coming with a few little goodies for the munchkins too
Hey doll! And no, I haven’t yet. I’m sure it’ll get here in the next day or two though. I’m excited to read it and hear/read your thoughts about it. From what you’ve mentioned about it, it sounds uber insightful!
Jasper has started being like “Mama, you need coffee.” Or “Mama, would you like to go get coffee?” They’re both code for “I want to play with the trains at the book store but I know you like to get coffee so maybe if I ask we can go.”
Clever little guy! If Aiman asks me if I want coffee it’s most likely code for “Get your fix, grumpypants” or a more explicit version….