I met my new friend just in time for the cold Oxford winter. It almost made up for my Port Meadow catastrophe today (more on that later... I'm probably going to need another latte before I am ready to divulge). I know I said that I have a hard time committing to anything, but in this case I think it's safe to say that I've found my new go-to drink. And in the words of Herman's Hermits, "something tells me I'm into something good."
It's a good thing. And I used to LOVE that song!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you are doing well, despite your meadow mishaps.
Suzanne J.
My dear,
ReplyDelete"Latte" is from the Italian "caffe latte", meaning, literally COFFEE and MILK. And the coffee is espresso (preferably a double shot!), and the milk is... well... MILK (preferably whole!). Calling a mixture of trendy tea and soy drink a "latte" borders on the blasphemous.
Lovingly,
Father
I'll take tea and scones with you and Will and the rest of the family around the table any day....that's my favorite. (Preferably in Oxford!)
ReplyDeleteOh Father, I believe you just answered the question "where does this girl get her snarkiness from?". Answer: I come by it honestly. :)
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