I unabashedly love pumpkin spice lattes. I don’t care if they are “white girl” drinks. I don’t care if the are overpriced. I don’t care if they are seen as a ridiculous marketing ploy by a giant corporation. I don’t care. They are delicious, and I wait for most of the year for them to come back.
Yes, I could make them myself anytime I wanted. There are a number of recipes online (most of which rely heavily on cream and milk). But there is something special for me about getting them (decaf, with soy milk, and no whip) made by a barista. Maybe it’s the cup with the sleeve and the little hole in the lid. I don’t know.
I say it’s (again) officially fall because I had my first pumpkin spice latte recently. It was, and I am sure will remain to be, the best way to warm up on a cold rainy day. It’s got the spice and the creaminess balanced perfectly. I am also a sucker for anything fall-esque. It is my favorite season (can’t you tell?) and I want to soak up every bit of it. With biscotti.
As a good writer, though, I know I need to acknowledge the opposing arguments. So here’s John Oliver, knocking my favorite part of fall. To each their own.