I grew up with ‘Uber healthies’. Mom and Dad made us eat obscure things like tofu before it was cool, millet sauce instead of vanilla pudding, and carob “ice cream” in place of chocolate. Coffee was not part of the Mulder family’s daily nutrition plan. But at fourteen, I was shipped off to boarding high school, a place where carob didn’t exist. It was the time when I discovered chocolate, Frappuccinos, and sugar in abundance. My waistline didn’t know the difference, as the metabolism of a teenager keeps all things equal, and for the most part, I have healthy taste buds, and genes that are a little bit of awesome (ask me sometime about how I wear my mom’s flight attendant uniform to work).
An appreciation for coffee didn’t stem from those high school days of Frappuccinos or as an act of rebellion to my childhood, but the love of an excellent cup of joe must have begun in Italy. Now, my once in a while, only when I am in foreign countries coffee drinking habit, has become part of my daily, morning routine.
A morning cappuccino at home
Airline crews, frequent travelers, and regular morning coffee drinkers can save by not stopping by Starbucks every day, and instead, make their coffee at home. Inflated prices at airports and the fact that specialty coffee drinks, or even a simple cappuccino at places like Intelligentsia, although taste worthy of the $5.50 price tag, in a month’s time, you will be out $165, totaling almost $2000 in a year. $2000 which could buy you a full-fare, confirmed airplane ticket all the way to Africa, Australia, or almost anywhere your little heart desires.
I probably do spend too much on going out to eat, or on fancy coffees, or new shoes, but I’m working on minimizing my frivolous spending, so as to maximize my all important travel fetish. Recently, I bought a Bialetti Stove-top Espresso Maker, in an attempt to create more inexpensively, the yummy soy cappuccinos that I have sipped in places like Venice (Italy and California), Budapest, Copenhagen, and my own neighborhood.
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