I made an executive decision the other day to start buying my eggnog lattes at the local coffeehouse CC’s. It had nothing to do with the cup. The beloved local coffeehouse doesn’t even offer a holiday cup. The simple reason is that they add whipped cream to the already amazing concoction of eggnog and espresso. I had one sip, and I switched. It was all in good taste, plain and simple.
I grew up with the grocery store brand of Community Coffee, and it is a diehard well-loved tradition here in Louisiana to drink Community Coffee. It ranks right up there with the Confederate flag and guns in this neck of the woods. It is a very good coffee. However, my tastes in coffee have grown and changed over the years, and I much prefer a gourmet coffee. Community even has a gourmet specialty blend of coffee for customers like me, and I mail-ordered it for a number of years when I lived out of state until I found Starbucks. I’ve even been known to pay $25 for a pound of Kona coffee grown by women whom I met face-to-face on a Hawaii retreat. I love good coffee.
A couple of times in the last few weeks I’ve heard snarky comments from my girlfriends about my “paying $5 for a cup of coffee” or not settling for the store brand with some creamer. I’m not sure why they care whether or not I like a specialty coffee – I don’t weigh in on their indulgences – but they felt the need to dig at me for doing it. It hurt a little, I’ll have to say. I heard a little bit of a “you’re too big for your britches” kind of snide remark.
So, let me explain myself… I’ll caution you that it’s Monday. I’m having to drink my $4.96 eggnog latte in 80-degree weather. The more I sweated trying to enjoy my cup the more indignant I have become. I don’t spend 5 million dollars a year on fatty meats, booze, fried food and cable TV. I don’t go to nightclubs and high-priced athletic events. There’s a lot of things that I don’t do that you might do. So, if I want to pay $5 for a cup of fabulous dark, rich, creamy coffee at a specialty coffee shop, I don’t feel bad about it. You can look down your judgmental nose at me while you drink your acidic, nasty-tasting coffee-flavored water that tastes so bad you have to douse it with a chemical-laden sugar-infused milk substitute to make it drinkable. I don’t care. I’m happy with myself and my choices.
So what I love today about Baton Rouge is I have lots of choices for my hoity-toity specialty coffee addiction, and one of them exists no where else in the country but Louisiana. CCs makes the best eggnog latte I’ve ever had to boot. And I’m not going against any age old Louisiana tradition by drinking specialty coffee. New Orleans is the birthplace of cold brew coffee, and Community doesn’t even sell that. So, don’t pull that loyalty flag out on me either. I’m putting my money where my mouth is. Now you can shut yours and go about your Monday.
P.S. PJ’s (another New Orleans’ coffehouse) makes the best frozen mocha granita. I’m just sayin’.