I've had several work functions to attend as we gear up to start the new school year on Friday and man has it been tough to get us up and out the door so early. And then, during one particularly bleary-eyed drive to school, it dawned on me. Sweetie Pea is weaned (more on that in a different post). The iced latte can be my morning BFF again! I happened to read a post about perfect iced coffee on an amazing food blog, and have just started making it this way, and let me tell you, it is so good I could cry. (You really should read that post I linked to because even if iced coffee isn't your thing, Ree is hysterical, and before you're done reading, I guarantee you'll be craving a frosty glass of java.) Anyway, here are the new keys to my success:
No more instant espresso. I've graduated to the real thing. Makes a huge difference in flavor, especially in combination with the cold brew method. Just smelling it wakes me up. Hmm, now I want a glass. Not good, considering it's 10:30 at night.
My coffee flavor of choice has long been caramel. The flavored creamer I was using was ok, but the overall effect it gave my latte was of fake milk with a splash of coffee. The actual coffee house syrup makes a world of difference. It is so nutty and deliciously buttery....mmmm.....
And THIS....this is the crowning touch. A little backstory on this contraption. I have a pretty serious obsession with crushed ice. I can't explain it. But I seriously LOVE it and sadly, we do not have an ice machine on the door of our fridge. When I was in the hospital having Sweets, they had the world's best crushed ice. Seriously, after actually having a baby the best part about having a baby was the crushed ice ;-) I drank so much delicious crushed ice water at that hospital. And I talked about their ice forever. Heck, I still talk about it. So last Christmas, this heavy box arrives on my doorstep. It's a present from my BFF and cousin, Sweets' Auntie M. And do you know what it was? A vintage ice crusher. If there's anything I love as much as crushed ice (besides my family and friends, of course), it's vintage stuff. It came with a note that said M wanted me to be able to enjoy my beloved crushed ice without having to have another baby to do so. This thing is a beast of a tool - its metal jaws make short work of turning cubes into tiny cold pieces of deliciousness that make my morning latte as perfect as any coffee house creation.
All this discussion of iced coffee has me jonesing for a glass pretty badly, but since that's not an option til morning, I'm off to find something to satisfy the craving....ice cream sammie (or two), perhaps?