so this is a pictorial depiction of me, bouncing in my seat with glee.

did you know that this marvelous drink existed? a vanilla steamer is basically a latte, sans espresso. in other words, steamed milk plus syrup.

i feel so virtuous. i am drinking milk. i feel like i should have at least one a day, if not two or three.

i am drinking one right now. it is probably the fourth or fifth one i've had since i discovered them last week and i am just as delighted with this one as i was with the very first one. possibly i have even beamed with happiness while drinking each and every one.

i don't know why cafes don't list steamers on the menu. don't they know about people who love cafes and don't love coffee and are always trying to find the perfect coffeeless coffee drink? think how many of these i could have drunk in my cafe-going lifetime!

(i must apologize to my prior coffeeless coffee love, hot chocolate, because i fear our brief but happy affair is over.)

do you remember when i told you about the picklewich? now i want to open a cafe next door. it will be a cafe for people who love cafes and don't love coffee. i think i will call it the purist, because it will be for people who like their drinks to be simple, not complicated and diluted and doctored up with espresso.

the simple pleasure of warm steamed milk. who would have thought of it. (wait a second. i have thought of it! i used to warm milk on the stove and add a little sugar and cinnamon when i wasn't in the mood for hot chocolate! sometimes i think my brain is a little slow on the uptake.)