As we neared our highly anticipated graduation, Bekah and I (along with the rest of my class) began to get a tad distracted. It seemed that the hands on the clock moved slower than dripping molasses-the school days lingering longer than desired. To get through these meandering final weeks, we began a Starbucks ritual- a daily prize at the end of the finish line. We began as “triple shot iced espressos in a grande cup with a side of soy”. The two 4PM girls in chef whites, better known as the “triple shot soys”. Then, as the cool fall weather slowly made its appearance, we discovered the spicy, creamy, “tastes like a cup of fall” chai tea. Specifically, “chai tea-almost-soy mistos with extra foam, less milk”. Then we would split an Apple Pie macaron (possibly 3 or 5) in my car-dissecting their every detail while passing them off back & forth until there was nothing left but a tiny nibble. Ridiculous-I’m aware. But I do not apologize for my food quirks, nor my serious obsession for macarons.
I have graduated (literally) from those days. Now, in the midst of fall, I cozy up in my NYC apartment, book in hand, sipping homemade soy chai tea mistos and nibbling my pumpkin macarons. I think I could get used to this.