Hello my name is Victoria and I’m a caffeine addict. Not random caffeine though. I could make a really bad joke here about liking my caffeine like I like my men… but the thought of Keifel with hot milk in his dreads is a bit silly.
I prefer my drug of choice in the following delivery system: a triple cafe mocha made with skim milk with a little whip cream on top and a dusting of powdered chocolate, preferably made with Ghiradelli syrup in the espresso and not powdered mocha mix. The powdered mocha mix tastes like Swiss Miss with coffee in it. I also prefer it in a ceramic mug as oppossed to a paper coffee cup.
My other delivery system of choice and by far the superior if less attainable one is a full fat cappuccino with a dusting of cinnamon and a biscotti at a tiny cafe off San Marco square in Venice. That is heaven in a coffee cup.
My dream in this life is to own and run a little coffee house. One with an eclectic French/Caribbean theme. Fabulous coffee drinks made with high-quality, fair trade beans roasted there or nearby, beautiful pastries and desserts and two daily blue plate specials — one vegan and one vegetarian. I would also love to have theme dinners with a lecture, reading or performance to follow one night a month, reservation only with a salon-like atmosphere. I’m still unclear on where exactly I would like to open this venture and if being a proprietor means that I won’t have time to write. It is a pleasant distraction to think of the decor and menu when I should be doing other things like laundry and such.
