The aroma was so enticing.
I tried to just walk by. But my mouth was watering, and my nose was tingling from the delicious, heady scent.
I was drawn back. A reaction, almost visceral, that I couldn’t stop.
I stood there for several minutes gazing longingly at the menu board.
Cafe Mocha, Caramel Macchiato , Cappuccino, Vanilla Latte, Cafe Americano.
I’d kept my desire under control for months drinking nothing but the occasional cup of Decaf Simply Smooth or Sugar Free, Caffeine Free International Coffee. I hadn’t set foot in a Starbucks since September. Would this Gloria Jean’s in the mall be the place where I fell off the good-mama-to-be wagon?
I love coffee. Good, dark, strong coffee, with just the right amount of cream and sweetener. When I’m not pregnant I can’t start the day until I’ve consumed two cups. And I really can’t pass up the chance for a Cafe Mocha from a coffee shop.
I mean, coffee + chocolate? Divine!
There’s only one thing I relish more than coffee that makes me feel better in the morning, and that’s a good night’s sleep.
It was 7:30 in evening when I was standing there in front of Gloria Jean’s. I knew if I indulged my flavored Cup of Joe fantasy I’d pay for it with a sleepless night.
Sleep was the only thing that kept me on the straight and narrow. If I’d been there at noon, I’m sure I would have given in to the urge.
Finally, I ordered some icy caramel-vanilla thing topped with whipped cream. It was sweet and tasty, but it didn’t have any coffee in it.
It just wasn’t the same. The heart wants what the heart wants.
I can’t wait get my hands on some real coffee come June.
Is is wrong to drive through Starbucks on the way home from the hospital?