Ah. Ooh. Oh. The onset of autumn. The cooler air, the agonizing ragweed and the beauty of changing colors on our trees. Pumpkins, hay rides (ah-choo!), back to school…
And the return of the seasonal treat I so love and desire year round, yet am limited to its short seasonal availability: Starbuck’s Salted Caramel Mocha.
Well, not really. You can get around it by ordering a Toffee Nut Mocha with a Caramel Drizzle any time during the year - you just won’t get the salt on your caramel topped whipped cream. And when seasonally available, it is cheaper – ordering the other way means you have to pay for all the extras. (And it’s just not the same without the salt.)
This year my favorite fall treat has been overshadowed by my newfound loyalty to Caribou Coffee and its Campfire Mocha. See, back in February or March, I started frequenting Caribou because M said I needed to at least get out of the car when getting my morning coffee.
It was illuminating! A blessing! Amazing how a difference of having the coffee shop and its baristas and regular patrons know you! They know who I am and what my drink is. We are down to me simply stating hot (a regular hot latte) or cold (a blended cooler). We chat. They call me by name, my real name. They remember things.
Sometimes it is my only interaction with real people during the day. (Well, if I head to Krogers and one of my normal cashiers is working, I interact with them as well – when they ask “1 pack or 2?”)
So, I have been struggling this last week. The guilt of giving in to my favorite treat over people who care about me and talk to me and, dare I say it, love me in their own way… it’s torment! Purely agonizing.
The only way to alleviate my transgression against Caribou and be able to give into my obsession of the SCM has been to indulge in both. Yes, both. On a daily basis.
Which, of course has not been good for my waistline… Or my pocket book. Together, on a daily basis, these drinks cost me $10.12. Yes, a day.
Saturday, I was shocked and heart broken upon walking into Caribou and reading a sign that the shop will be closing at the end of this month. This is not good for me.
So, now, in addition to trying to fulfill my seasonal obligation to the SCM, I have only about two weeks left to enjoy my Campfire Mocha.
What is a girl to do?